The servant put the dinner plate next to the bedside and said expressionlessly: "Eat."
Jing Jiaren frowned and stared at this group of uninvited guests. How could she be in the mood to eat?
The servant called again coldly: "Please eat."
"What do you want to do? How long are you going to lock me up...who among you is in charge? I want to see your master!"
Mr. Ximen is in France and will not deal with such trivial matters.
Jing Jiaren knew that she had not left China yet...
Judging from the Chinese food given to her every day and the books placed on the bookcase, she had already guessed.
Now, except for the bodyguards who are foreigners, the medical staff and servants are all Chinese.
"She won't eat, so let's check her first." The servant turned sideways.
Two bodyguards came over, forced Jing Jiaren to the bedside, and forced her to sit down.
The doctor first checked Jing Jiaren's physical condition to confirm the health of mother and child.
Jing Jiaren has a strong will to survive. She knows that she cannot die in vain, so during this week, no matter how painful the mental torture is, she will force herself to eat and rest to conserve her strength.
"Her body is very healthy and her children are also healthy."
She heard the doctor say to the servant.
The servant nodded: "Okay, you start to perform surgical examination on her."
Jing Jiaren knew from this that among these people, it was this servant who was giving the orders.
"What operation?" she asked with a frown, "What operation are you going to perform on me?"
"Miss Jing, if you don't want to endure hardship, just cooperate with us."
"What's the purpose of locking me up like this-"
"As long as you cooperate, we will let you go soon." The servant replied expressionlessly.
Jing Jiaren frowned, not believing that Mr. Ximen would let her go so easily. But he did not kill her, which proved that he would not kill her immediately.
The doctor took out an instrument and shot it back and forth on Jing Jiaren's face.
The red light hit her face, drawing a dividing line.
Another doctor took out his SLR camera, asked Jing Jiaren to sit upright, and started taking pictures of various parts of her face.
"Miss, please relax and don't frown."
"What on earth are you..."
"Don't talk either!"
Jing Jiaren patiently cooperated with him after taking the photos. Another doctor came over, lifted her chin, and pointed a pen-shaped object on her face.
Jing Jiaren noticed that their focus was on her face from beginning to end.
Whether it's taking photos or inspecting instruments.
She had a bad premonition in her heart: "Could the surgery you are talking about be about plastic surgery on me?"
No one answered her, she was like a doll being played with.
Jing Jiaren began to struggle violently: "Tell me, what do you want to do to me!"
"Miss, please don't move...the inspection is not over yet."
"I don't know how to do plastic surgery, get out of here - you all get out of here!"
She raised her legs to kick violently, and several bodyguards held her body down.
The servant narrowed his eyes coldly: "It's not up to you whether you want to or not."
Jing Jiaren's heart sank.
Is that really the case...
"If you want to live, this is the only way." She looked at the doctors businesslikely, "How long will the examination be continued?"
"Also need some perspective views of her facial bones..."
"Miss Jing, I advise you to cooperate well, otherwise you will be made to look ugly. You don't want such a beautiful face to become ugly in the future, right?"