Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1638 Canary (11)

The girl's boudoir is full of warm and sweet fragrance, as well as the faint smell of medicine.

When Lu Zongsheng came in with the medicine box, he didn't look sideways. He first stood outside the bead curtain and sounded a reminder.

"Miss Yun, I am the military doctor sent by the chief to take care of your condition. You can call me Xiaolu."

"I don't know if it's convenient for me to come in and check your pulse?"

On the way here, the military guard in charge of the communication had already told him the specific situation.

In the end it was the dedicated military doctor who had been by Pei Chen's side for many years, he naturally knew it all.

Needless to say, just be respectful.

Inside the bead curtain, the sick and weak man whose clothes had been tied raised his gentle eyes slightly, his eyelashes quivering slightly.

She leaned against the bed, covered with a quilt, coughing lowly from time to time.

After Pei Chen left, her cheeks became pale again visible to the naked eye.

Liu Mei frowned lightly, feeling a little sleepy.

Like a weak and boneless flower, it leaned there helplessly.

Pity.

Looking at the man standing outside the bead curtain, she moved her lips.

The sound is so soft and thin that it is difficult to catch it at all.

"come in……"

Really weak to the extreme.

Lu Zongsheng was slightly stunned, and after getting permission, he lifted the bead curtain.

A man and a woman are alone in the room, even if it is a military doctor, it is not very good.

So Chunhua came in and was responsible for taking care of the young lady.

Standing by the bed, she carefully supported the delicate person on the sickbed, and put a pillow on her back so that she could sit more comfortably.

Lu Zongsheng moved a stool and sat down, then nodded slightly to Yun Si.

"Offended."

He said.

The pale and weak beauty has downcast eyes, and the wet pupils are rippling and alluring.

He didn't speak, just stretched out his hand lightly.

The wrists are like porcelain, pure white, delicate and soft to the touch.

Almost a perfect and delicate porcelain doll.

Lu Zongsheng didn't look too much, just lowered his head and focused on his pulse.

Occasionally, he looked up at her face, and asked Chunhua a few words about his daily diet and medication.

After a few simple words, he didn't ask any more.

The process takes less than 3 minutes.

He stood up and bowed slightly to the person on the sickbed.

"Miss Yun, I have already diagnosed. If there is nothing else, I will go out first."

Concise and concise, it seems that there is no meaning of feedback on the condition at all.

Chunhua was taken aback, and stood there looking at him blankly.

"How is my lady? Is she seriously ill?"

Why doesn't he say these things?

Lu Zongsheng tried his best to show an approachable attitude: "Sorry, I am only responsible to the chief, and I only report to the chief for everything."

It means that even the patient himself, he does not intend to tell one or two.

"..." When Chunhua saw the gun on his waist, she didn't dare to speak, and let out a groan.

For these troops that suddenly entered the city, she always had an innate sense of fear.

Fear of being killed.

After Lu Zongsheng left, Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly put her lady's hand back under the quilt to prevent her from catching a cold.

"Miss, how are you? Do you feel cold?"

she asked nervously.

The sickly beauty who was coughing lowly on the bed lowered her eyes and shook her head gently.

With soft and shallow eyes, he quietly looked at the direction where Lu Zongsheng left just now, as if he was in a daze.

I don't even know what to think.

Chunhua glanced outside, then asked in a low voice, "Miss, does the chief... have a crush on you?"

(End of this chapter)