Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 339 The terminally ill eldest lady (31)

Zhuang Jihan put the centrifuged blood samples into different instruments, and after the results appeared, they were sterilized by high temperature and chemically sterilized. After processing, he took off his rubber gloves and white coat, and pulled off the surgical mask with his bony fingers.

After careful disinfection, he took the printed form, and the MRI and other results were printed out together. He looked at the report sheets one by one, suddenly took off his glasses and threw them on the table, pressing the center of his eyebrows hard.His face was ugly.

The paper was crumpled in his hands. The situation was worse than he expected. It was not optimistic.

After calming down for a while, he opened the door and went out. The bright red color on the ground instantly stung his eyes. Ruan Ruan leaned weakly on Lu Xingye. Some of the wiped paper balls happened to be thrown on the blood, sucking up the thick moisture. red, he strode over.

Just now, Lu Xingye squatted down and waited for her to take the pen. He wanted her to watch him and interact with him instead of ignoring him.

The scene was a bit stalemate for a while. She looked down at him, her moist eyes and eyelids drooping slightly, but she still didn't reach out her hand.

She stretched her right hand out a short distance and was about to catch it. Without any warning, she turned her head in the opposite direction and vomited out a mouthful of blood, which seemed to be pouring out uncontrollably.The disheveled black hair hung down and was stained with sticky blood. There was a little splash on the shoes, but not on the clothes on the body.

Lu Xingye quickly supported her, "Where is the medicine?!"

She pointed to her pocket with difficulty, then reached in with a big hot hand and found the small medicine bottle. After taking it out, she quickly opened it and poured it into the palm of her hand and brought it to her lips.

She mixed the blood and swallowed it. The strong fishy taste in her mouth made her very sick. Lu Xingye took out the tissue on the table, and she took his hand to wipe away the blood on her lips. The tissue was soon stained red, and she shook it. There was no strength in her hand, almost just resting on the back of his hand, letting him wipe away the blood around his lips.

Then he went to wipe her hair.

He stood behind the chair, Ruan Ruan leaned on his hand in front of her and put her head on his shoulder.His cold body absorbed his warmth, and there was no part of him that didn't feel uncomfortable.

Zhuang Jihan strode over with a not-so-good look on her face. The smell of disinfectant suddenly entered her blood-smelling nose, "Have you taken any medicine?"

After asking, I saw the open medicine bottle on the table, which contained white pills the size of round beads.

Ruan Ruan suddenly grabbed Zhuang Jihan's hand, already exerting some strength, and said with difficulty, "Don't tell dad." He spoke slowly.

The blood on the cuffs of Lu Xingye's black suit had dried up now and looked a little dark. She looked up at him, frowning and enduring the pain, "Take off your coat, you can't... you can't go back like this."

He looked at himself again and noticed the blood splattered on his shoes. He stretched out his foot a little and said, "Wipe it off."

I don't know who I'm talking to.

She still needed Lu Xingye's support. Zhuang Jihan took out a tissue, dipped it in water and squatted down to wipe away the blood spots on her shoes. He lowered his head and looked serious, not feeling that he was being humiliated at all.

After wiping, he stood up and took her from Lu Xingye's arms, "Take off your coat and put it on top. I'll take care of it later."

So Lu Xingye let go of her and quickly took off the back of his coat to cover the pool of blood, leaving only a white vest.

Ruan Ruan rested his forehead on Zhuang Jihan's chest. He leaned over and picked her up. The body of the person in his arms was cold. After getting into the car seat, he asked someone to turn on the air conditioner. The long windbreaker left in the car covered her again, wrapping her until Her thin chin.

The pale complexion had a fragile transparency against the black background.

(End of this chapter)