happy ex-wife

Chapter 610 The Denied Past
Qiao Yaruan helped Shui Anluo to Mo Lusu's office. There were not many people in the hospital at night, and most of the hospitalized patients were active in the corridor.

Seeing them, Mo Lusu closed the documents in his hand, then got up and pulled a stool for them, "Luoluo, did your father have migraines before?"

"Migraine?" Shui Anluo thought seriously, and finally shook her head, "No, my father was always in good health before my mother and I left." Shui Anluo said.

Qiao Yaruan quickly filtered the symptoms and sequelae of migraine in her brain, and finally her face turned pale.

Shui Anluo obviously thought about it too, and slightly tightened her hands on her legs, "Senior brother, it can't be—"

brain cancer -

She dared not say two words.

"It's not that serious." Mo Lusu stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder, "It's just that the report is from before, and we may have to do another examination, but—"

"Chu's Hospital will take over this matter later." Before Mo Lusu could speak, Chu Ningyi had already spoken. He walked behind Shui Anluo, put his hand on her shoulder, and kept looking at Mo Lusu, "I have already Let Uncle Chu go through the transfer procedures, I think it's safer to have Dean Qiao around, isn't it?"

Mo Lu Su's hand on the table tightened slightly, and his eyes were stained with displeasure.

"How long do you think you can hide this?" Mo Lu Su said in a deep voice.

Chu Ningyi directly bent down and hugged Shui Anluo, and looked back at Mo Lusu who was holding back his anger, "Do what you should do as a doctor, don't even be inferior to your grandma in this."

Chu Ningyi left with Shui Anluo, and Qiao Yaruan hurriedly got up, "Brother, then I'll go first."

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

The point is, she hasn't got the money yet, and she still has to ask Feng Feng for money.

When Qiao Yaruan left, Mo Lusu suddenly swept all the documents on his desk to the ground. He couldn't compare to Qiao Huihe, how could he not compare to that murderer?

Shui Moyun's hospital transfer was arranged by Chu Ningyi alone. Shui Anluo still didn't see her father. When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that she had already been sent to the intensive care unit, and she couldn't see her for the time being.

Shui Anluo was sitting outside the ward, looking at the people lying inside. A few months ago, she was sitting like this, looking at her father inside.

"Don't think too much, nothing will happen." Chu Ningyi said in a low voice while holding her hand.

Shui Anluo nodded, and Chu Ningyi looked around, "I'll go out and buy you something to drink." Uncle Chu wasn't there, so he had to go by himself.

Shui Anluo continued to nod and watched him leave.

"I saw Shui Anluo just now. Sure enough, it's better to marry into a wealthy family. During my internship in the hospital, my grades were so poor, and I came and left whenever I wanted, hey—"

"You're envious, but that's useless. This is someone else's hospital. Even Dean Qiao doesn't pay attention to her. It's been a long time since I came here for an internship."

"That's right. I'm envious and I can't be envious. It's all like this. What kind of medicine do you study? Doesn't this make us jealous?"

"Hmph, she's here for an internship, so let's make trouble for the internship. I heard that Dr. Lan was also forced to leave by her. How amazing, first Dr. Lin and then Dr. Lan, both belong to the deputy dean that Dean Qiao is optimistic about." Candidates, hey—”

Shui Anluo heard the sound of the discussion getting farther and farther away, but couldn't help feeling a little annoyed in her heart. It turned out that in the eyes of everyone, they were forced to leave by themselves.

What kind of medicine do you study?

One sentence seemed to have a thorn in Shui Anluo's heart, as if all his efforts in the past few years had been completely negated by one sentence.

Shui Anluo clenched her hands slightly, until she couldn't tighten them anymore, but when she raised her head slightly, she saw a pair of straight legs and a person in a white coat standing in front of her.

(End of this chapter)