Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 338 The terminally ill eldest lady (30)

The atmosphere I felt as soon as I entered the institute became inexplicably serious. The windows in the building were closed, and the curtains were tightly drawn under the bright lights. Researchers in white coats looked serious, walking in a spacious room filled with instruments and equipment. Walk around, head down, recording data.

There was no reaction when someone came in. Even though the experiments they were doing were all for her, no one put down their ongoing experiments and came to greet her.

The golden chain swayed slightly as she walked around. She didn't expect that what Zhuang Jihan seemed to be wearing all the time was just a pair of flat glasses. She could clearly see the proliferating cells being cultured and the mice studying drug reactions...

Perhaps she wanted to use cells to grow organs that could replace the failing organs in her body.

There was even more data that was completely incomprehensible, and the places where files were placed on both sides were filled to the brim, stacked on top of each other.

Zhuang Jihan led her and Lu Xingye through this area. After opening the door, there was a room connected with many small doors. Zhuang Jihan hung his long windbreaker on a hanger and took off his white coat from above to put it on.

There is a wooden table and chair in the house, and some documents and information are also placed on the table, neatly organized.

He pushed open one of the small doors and invited her in. Although she looked reluctant, she walked in anyway.

Blood routine, B-ultrasound, chest CT, electrocardiogram... Her face became paler and paler, and she could hardly stand after coming out of the MRI room. Zhuang Jihan helped her sit on a chair, holding a tissue with his slender cold white fingers and handing it to her. she.

She took the tissue and pressed it to her forehead. The accumulated sweat flowed down her forehead. Her long and curled eyelashes were stained with moisture, but her eyes looked brighter.

He poured a cup of hot water for her, and just after a moment of contact, he felt the coldness of her fingertips. Seeing that she didn't pick it up, the hot palm holding the cup covered the back of her hand, "If you don't want to drink, you can also cover your hands. "

Instead of forcing it on her, he put it on the table in front of her, steam rising from the cup.

"I need to check the test results. You can rest here first."

She nodded indifferently, not in the mood to pay attention to him.

There wasn't even a sofa in the house, just hard tables and chairs, which were not very comfortable to sit on.But she really couldn't stand for a long time now.

Zhuang Jihan left, and Ruan Ruan's hand that was resting on the table slowly lifted up and stopped in the heat rising from the mouth of the cup.

His eyes inadvertently fell on the documents spread out aside. There were not even any folded corners, only slight wrinkles left after reading them many times.

The green-white fingers were still a little trembling. When he reached out, the cuffs moved up, and the slender and fragile wrist bones protruded from the cuffs. The skin and flesh were firmly attached to them, and the shape of the bones was obvious.

She took the document, and her hands, which were soaked with heat, were stained with hot moisture, leaving an inconspicuous wet mark on it, and the paper wrinkled after drying.

There are notes he left in the dense black printed fonts. Different from his gentle and gentle temperament, the handwriting written by the black pen has a sharp edge every stroke, showing some inexplicable coldness.

She didn't pay attention to the meaning written on it. She only glanced at the writing twice and put the information back to its original place. She vaguely felt something hit the edge of the slightly thick paper, and the sound of something falling was heard.

She looked over and saw a black pen falling next to the table leg.

Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, a big hand with clear joints picked it up first. He was still squatting with his elbow on his leg, and handed the pen to her with the other hand, waiting for her to take it.

He refused to stand up and put things down by himself.

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