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Chapter 111 But Lu Xicheng Is Crazy
When Lu Xicheng ran towards her with scarlet eyes, he barely had time to catch her...

Under the action of gravity, both of them fell heavily to the ground. Lu Xicheng looked at Zheng Qingqing who had fainted in his arms, his face was as white as paper because of his panic.

He caught her with his right hand. At this time, a severe bone fracture was probably inevitable.

But he didn't feel too much pain, he gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Zhao, whose face was livid, with a pair of warm brows, full of murderous intent: "Shen Zhao, you'd better pray that everything is fine."

The evil spirit in this sentence is too strong, which makes people feel fearful in the warm sunshine.

Shen Zhao's face was also pale, but he just listened, rarely speaking to refute.

The ambulance from Lu's private hospital arrived soon, and everything returned to calm, including the commotion crowd just now, which had also dispersed.

And Shen Zhao stood at the same spot, his whole body was noble, but his complexion was ashen.

How... did he force her into such a state?
In fact, the moment Zheng Qingwei was bumped, he also rushed forward, but sometimes, even if it was the same event and the same place, he was not like Lu Xicheng did to Zheng Qingqing, as if using all of his , so resolutely.

In other words, he had too many worries, even if he wanted to save her, he would think about how to minimize the damage to both of them.

But Lu Xicheng was a lunatic, so he rushed up regardless, using his arms to block all the damage.

Shen Zhao remembered that Lu Xicheng was also a very talented cardiothoracic doctor.He also felt somewhat regretful about his choice to be a psychiatrist later.

But now, probably completely missed the operating table.

Shen Zhao's thoughts were wandering, at this moment, he remembered many things from the past.

He suddenly felt very sorry.For many things, many people...

It turns out that jealousy is a gut-piercing poison, and it will eventually destroy everyone.
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Lu Zhi's private hospital, Lu Zhi stood in the aisle of the hospital, a person who was usually smiling, his face was already very serious.

"Ms. Lu's body is fine, just a slight concussion. It's Mr.'s hand, with a severe bone fracture, and probably needs to rest for a long time." The dean's voice was very disturbed.

In the entire Lu family, only the head of the family, Lu Xicheng, can be called a gentleman.But such a noble status, to be able to suffer such serious injuries, has to be secretly slandered.

Lu Zhi repeated what he had just heard word by word, with bright and gloomy eyes: "Severe bone fracture?"

The dean stood tremblingly and nodded slightly.

Lu Zhi's face became even uglier.

He sat down with a splitting headache, and his breath was already a little unstable: "Is it possible to return to the original?"

"Severe bone fractures, it is basically impossible to restore the original, but... will not affect the usual life." The dean's head was covered with sweat, carefully choosing his words.

Being able to see the head of the Lu family and the president of Shengze Group on the same day, the dean felt a lot of psychological pressure.

Lu Zhi almost said without hope: "Is it still possible to use a scalpel?"

The dean was stunned, and said truthfully: "It's almost...impossible."

Lu Zhi's heart sank heavily.

The world only knows that Lu Xicheng is the leading psychologist in China, but no one knows that he is also a well-known cardiothoracic surgeon.

Ivy Double Degree Ph.D., Psychology, Clinical Medicine.

Lu Zhi always felt that as long as Zheng Qingwei came back, there would be a remedy for his heart disease.

(End of this chapter)