Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 922 Mo Linfeng looked at her calmly, "The daughter of the Xia family?"

As soon as the maid raised her eyes, she saw Xia Zhishui curled up on the bay window and half reclining. When she turned her gaze a little bit, she saw that the air conditioner was turned on extremely low, around 20 degrees, and she immediately lost her composure.

She rushed into the room in two or three steps, first turned off the air conditioner, and then ran to the bay window.

Heh, the young lady's face is pale, and her lips look bloodless. It seems that she has suffered from the cold and is sick.

After thinking about it, the maid raised her hand to test Xia Zhishui's forehead.

The hot palms are numb.

The maid hurriedly said to the housekeeper who hadn't entered the door: "Uncle Li, the young lady is ill and has a severe fever."

The housekeeper's expression changed, and he dialed the internal line for the family doctor to come and deal with it.

Five minutes later, the female family doctor appeared, and after looking at the unconscious Xia Zhishui for about a minute, she said to the housekeeper, "Young Madam may have acute pneumonia, so you should go to the hospital. This will prevent the illness from protracting and becoming serious!" "

As soon as the family doctor finished speaking, Mrs. Nalan who heard the news from downstairs appeared.

She looked at the pale Xia Zhishui, her heart was trembling with anxiety.

She quickly said: "Then why are you still standing there, go and arrange a car."

Mrs. Nalan paused for a moment, as if she had thought of something, she instructed her servants, "Don't tell the Xia family about Shui Shui's illness for now, so as not to blame us for not taking good care of her later, and making things worse. The relationship between the two cannot go down.”

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Imperial capital tertiary hospital, VIP area on the tenth floor.

The elevator door opened, and a tall and tall figure stepped down from it.

The man's walking posture was majestic and elegant, his gait was elegant, his facial features were cold and handsome, his face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded an aura of abstinence that should not be entered by strangers.

Chang An nodded slightly to the man walking towards him, said hello, and said, "Is Mr. Mo here to visit some patient?"

Mo Linfeng nodded slightly. Chang An was Chang Huai's eldest sister and a well-known surgeon in the Imperial Hospital, and he often met Chang An, so he knew Chang An.

He glanced at the fruit basket in Chang An's hand, he couldn't help being a little curious, and said indifferently: "Director Chang, you don't hold a scalpel on the operating table, but carry a fruit basket. Is there any relative living here? Is there any need?" If you need me, you can talk to me. I have a good relationship with Liunian. He is in Paris now, and Chang Te is even more busy helping people in the imperial capital to deal with the aftermath. I guess if you encounter any emergency, you can count on it for a while. Not on them."

Chang An was a little flattered. In her impression, Mo Linfeng was not so easy-going and kind-hearted.

She said: "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your concern. It's just a good friend. She has acute pneumonia and just lives in this hospital. I'll come over to see her during lunch time."

Mo Linfeng nodded, said nothing more, and walked two steps forward.

But he stopped again, turned his head and called Chang An who was about to reach the elevator in time, and said, "Why do I feel that your friend seems to know me too?"

Chang An was stunned for a moment, then replied with a chuckle: "That's right, the aristocratic circle in the imperial capital is so big, Mr. Mo should know Zhishui."

Mo Linfeng looked at Chang An calmly, and said in a cold and distant tone, "The daughter of the Xia family?"

Chang An nodded and said, "Exactly."

"Which room is she in?"

Chang An felt that people with identities like Mo Linfeng and Xia Zhishui would inevitably deal with each other frequently in business, and they might be very good friends in the mall in private, so without any hesitation, they blurted out the room number and said, "902 .”

Mo Linfeng thanked him, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)