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Chapter 700

Chapter 700

Lu Chenyu nodded.

Soon, they arrived at the accommodation. There was a room for each person. The decoration of each room was very suitable for the patients. The floors and walls were made of soft materials, and the corners of every furniture were thoughtfully made.

It is round to prevent the patient from being injured by falling.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows provide an unobstructed view of the outside scenery.

Lu Chenxu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked outside. He happened to see a man limping past the window on crutches. There were traces of fire burns on the man's face.

Although his appearance is so terrifying, this man still exudes the unique aura of an artist.

Although he only had one leg, Chu Yi still raised his head and walked forward step by step proudly and independently.

Behind him were two burly bodyguards carrying drawing boards and holding paints.

"Who is he?" Although he was sure that the person outside the window was Chu Yi, Lu Chenxu still asked the receptionist behind him.

The young man in charge of receiving them stretched his head and glanced out the window: "He is an old resident of our place. I heard that he has lived here for four or five years. He used to be a painter named Chu Yi, but then he had a car accident.

It’s such a pity that it has become like this!”

"Where is he going? Why are there bodyguards following him?"

The young man in charge of the reception scratched his head in embarrassment: "I don't know much about this. I have just worked here for less than half a year, but I heard that he has a good background and status. Those bodyguards are specially designed to protect him and be responsible for him."

Safe.”

"Oh, then what is he going to do now? Is he still painting?"

"Yes, even though he is physically disabled, he has never put down his painting for a day. In the past few days, he has been painting ginkgo trees in the park west of the sanatorium! He usually sits there for a whole morning, and we staff

We all admire him from the bottom of our hearts!"

"With a disabled body and a strong will, this kind of person is indeed worthy of admiration."

After saying that, he returned to Lu Chenyu and said earnestly: "Brother, look at me, at such a young age, I have never given up my dream, and I keep painting every day! As for you, don't you have the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis?

As long as you work hard and exercise, you will still be fine. Do you have to be depressed every day and live or die? "

Facing his brother's harsh lecture, Lu Chenyu was a little confused. What kind of song was this? Is it easy for him to make money?

Seeing his brother's confused face, Lu Chenxu avoided the receptionist and winked at him.

After a long time, Lu Chenyu suddenly realized it. He suddenly became angry and danced on the wheelchair with slurred words: "Who, then, there, you, you, scolded me, scolded me!"

As he was talking, he suddenly lost control of his emotions and burst into tears.

The young man in charge of the reception was dumbfounded for a moment, what is going on?

"Go, go, come back, come back. Bully, bully me." Lu Chenyu became more and more noisy.

The receptionist took a step back in fright and looked at Lu Chenxu: "Uncle, what is going on!"

Lu Chenxu waved his hand, signaling him to retreat: "It's okay, I'm just depressed because I'm sick. I'll be fine after a while."

With that said, he walked up to Lu Chenyu and grabbed his hand: "Brother, I didn't lie to you. Just now, a young man's face was burned beyond recognition and one of his legs was broken, but he still insists on drawing every day.

Painting. If you don’t believe it, I can recommend you to take a look now."

"No, I don't believe it. It's a lie. It's a lie!" Lu Chenyu pulled his neck and refused to listen at all.

Lu Chenxu turned around and looked at the receptionist: "Young man, we are very satisfied with the environment here. We will go to you to go through the formalities later. But now he is in a mood. Why don't you go and do it first? I will push him to see the painter.

Otherwise, he will always think that I am lying to him, and there will be endless trouble."


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