Mrs. Lu and Lu Wanrou hurriedly coaxed the child, but they couldn't do it well.

Lu Wanju said: "What's going on? You're crying so hard all of a sudden?"

"You must be frightened. This mute never does anything good every time he comes!" Mrs. Lu said angrily.

Jiang Lan was dragged into the small room. All the equipment here was complete. It was originally prepared for Lu Wanrou, and it was also prepared for Jiang Lan.

In this room, history happened again.

Jiang Lan was pressed on the operating bed. A doctor wearing a mask came over with a syringe. Jiang Lan's eyes widened and he stared at the needle tip, which shone under the light.

She struggled desperately, but the doctor held her hand and said: "If the needle is bent, you will be the one who suffers."

Jiang Lan couldn't listen and tried to break away from the servant who was restraining her.

She was like a cornered animal, making its final struggle.

The doctor saw the veins on her forehead bulging, her mouth open, trying desperately to make a sound, but her face turned red because she couldn't make a sound, and her whole body was shaking from the pain.

Her dark pupils were staring at the doctor, her eyes full of pleading.

The doctor frowned, suddenly feeling unbearable.

Mother He reminded from the side: "Doctor, Madam is still waiting."

The doctor turned her head away from Jiang Lan's face. She held the syringe, lifted up Jiang Lan's clothes, and inserted the needle tip into her spine.

A cold yet familiar sting came, as if it was piercing not her spine, but her heart.

It stings my heart to the core.

She finally despaired, and all her struggles and hopes disappeared as the anesthetic spread.

No one cares about the heartbreak of a mute, and no one cares about whether the mute feels pain.

If she doesn't cry out, how can others feel her pain?

Jiang Lan's hand holding the edge of the bed suddenly loosened and dropped weakly.

She was completely quiet, staring blankly at the ceiling, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, and falling into her hair drop by drop.

Until she lost consciousness, her lips were still opening and closing.

The doctor stared at her lips and suddenly seemed to understand what she had been wanting to shout.

What she shouted was: Lu Jingchi, save me.

Yes, the only one who can save her is Lu Jingchi.

But that person didn't come.

Her mobile phone fell in the yard outside, raindrops fell on the screen, and the screen lit up in the dark night.

The caller ID is - Lu Jingchi.

The faint ringing was inaudible amid the patter of rain.

After several flashes, the phone fell silent again.

In the living room, Mrs. Lu finally coaxed the child, and she looked back at the door.

Lu Wanrou seemed to see what she was worried about and said, "Mom, are you worried about your eldest brother coming back?"

Mrs. Lu sighed, "I don't know why, but I always feel uneasy."

Lu Wanrou smiled, took Mrs. Lu's arm and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he has no time to care about that mute now, he is celebrating Xia Yan's birthday."

Hearing the word Xia Yan, a flash of disgust flashed across Mrs. Lu's face. She didn't like Jiang Lan, and she was no better to Xia Yan.

"This bastard really doesn't make me worry at all!"

Lu Wanju said: "What can I do if he likes it? This Xia Yan is better than the mute after all."

Mrs. Lu said calmly, "I think he is deliberately going against me. The old man has been dead for a few years. I asked him to divorce him and marry a well-matched man. If he doesn't divorce me, forget it. He is still raising a child outside."

A woman who cannot stand on the stage!"

"What does this mean if you are not sincerely opposing me?"

Lu Wanrou shrugged helplessly.

"But it's time for my eldest brother to have a child. He says he doesn't like children, but every time he comes to see Jiajia, he buys a bunch of things."

Mrs. Lu was stunned for a moment. She didn't know what she was thinking of, and she looked a little lonely.

"mom?"
Chapter completed!