Chapter 1638 Canary (11)

  The girl's boudoir is full of warm and sweet fragrance, as well as the faint smell of medicine.

   When Lu Zongsheng came in with the medicine box, he didn't look sideways. He first stood outside the bead curtain and sounded a reminder.

   "Miss Yun, I am the military doctor sent by the chief to take care of your condition. You can call me Xiaolu."

   "I don't know if it's convenient for me to come in and check your pulse?"

   On the way here, the military guard in charge of the communication had already told him the specific situation.

   In the end, he is the dedicated military doctor who has been by Pei Chen's side for many years, so he naturally knows everything.

   Needless to say, just be respectful.

  In the bead curtain, the sick and weak man whose clothes have been fastened, raised his gentle eyes slightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

  She leaned against the bed, covered with a quilt, coughing lowly from time to time.

  After Pei Chen left, her cheeks became pale again visible to the naked eye.

  Liu frowned slightly, feeling a little sleepy.

  Like a weak and boneless flower, it leaned there helplessly.

   Arouses pity.

  Looking at the man standing outside the bead curtain, she moved her lips.

  The sound is so light and thin that it is difficult to capture it.

"come in…"

   Really weak to the extreme.

  Lu Zongsheng was slightly stunned, and he lifted the bead curtain after getting permission.

   A man and a woman are alone in the room, even if it is a military doctor, it is not very good.

  So Chunhua came in and was in charge of taking care of the young lady.

  She stood by the bed, carefully supporting the delicate person on the sickbed, and put a pillow on her back so that she could sit more comfortably.

  Lu Zongsheng moved a stool and sat down, then nodded slightly to Yun Si.

   "Offended."

He said.

  The pale and weak beauty, with downcast eyes, the wet pupils are rippling and alluring.

   Didn't speak, just stretched out his hand lightly.

  The wrists are like porcelain, pure white, delicate and soft to the touch.

   It is almost a perfect and delicate porcelain doll.

  Lu Zongsheng didn't look at it much, he just lowered his head and focused on his pulse.

   Occasionally looked up at her face, and asked Chunhua a few words about her daily diet and medication.

  After a few simple sentences, he didn't ask any more questions.

  The process took less than three minutes.

  He stood up and bowed slightly to the person on the sickbed.

   "Miss Yun, I have already diagnosed. If there is nothing else, I will go out first."

  Concise and concise, it seems that there is no intention to report the condition at all.

   Chunhua was taken aback for a moment, and stood there looking at him blankly.

   "How is my young lady? Is she seriously ill?"

  Why didn't he say these things?

  Lu Zongsheng tried his best to show an approachable attitude: "Sorry, I am only responsible to the chief, and I only report to the chief for everything."

  It means that even if it is the patient himself, he does not intend to tell one or two.

   "..." Chunhua saw the gun on his waist, didn't dare to speak, and let out a groan.

  For these troops that suddenly entered the city, she always has an innate sense of fear.

   Fear of being killed.

  After Lu Zongsheng left, Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly put her young lady's hand back under the quilt to prevent her from catching a cold.

   "Miss, how are you? Do you feel cold?"

   She asked nervously with concern.

  The sickly beauty who was coughing lowly on the bed lowered her eyes and shook her head gently.

  Looking at the direction where Lu Zongsheng left just now with soft and shallow eyes, he seemed a little lost in thought.

   I don't know what I'm thinking.

  Chunhua glanced outside, then asked in a low voice, "Miss, is the chief... has he taken a fancy to you?"

  (end of this chapter)