Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The girl's boudoir was filled with a warm sweet fragrance and a faint medicinal smell.

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

"Miss Yun, I am a military doctor sent by the commander-in-chief to take care of your condition. You can call me Xiao Lu."

"I wonder if it's convenient for me to come in and check your pulse?"

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

After all, he is a dedicated military doctor who has been with Pei Chen for many years. He naturally knows everything.

No need to say much, just be respectful.

Inside the bead curtain, the sickly man whose clothes had been tied slightly raised his gentle eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

She leaned against the bed, covered with a quilt, and coughed from time to time.

After Pei Chen left, her cheeks became visibly pale again.

Liu's eyebrows were lightly frowned, and her spirit was a little weak.

Like a weak and boneless flower, it was weakly leaning on that place.

Pityful.

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

The sound was so soft and thin that it was impossible to catch it.

"come in……"

He was really weak to the extreme.

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

It's not good for a man and a woman to be alone in a room, even if they are military doctors.

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

She stood beside the bed, carefully supporting the delicate person on the bed, 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 frail beauty lowered her eyes, her wet eyes rippling and seductive.

He didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand gently.

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

An almost perfect and delicate porcelain doll.

Lu Zongsheng didn't look much, he just lowered his head and felt his pulse attentively.

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

After a few simple words, he stopped asking any more questions.

The process takes less than three minutes.

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

"Miss Yun, I have made the diagnosis. If nothing happens, I will go out first."

The words were concise and concise, and it seemed that there was no intention to give feedback on the condition.

Chunhua was stunned and stood there looking at him blankly.

"How is my young lady? Is her illness serious?"

Why didn't he say this?

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

This means that even the patient himself does not intend to tell anything.

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

She always had an innate sense of fear towards these troops that suddenly entered the city.

Afraid of being killed.

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

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

she asked nervously.

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

Her soft and clear eyes were looking quietly at the direction Lu Zongsheng left just now, as if she was in a trance.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Chunhua glanced outside and asked in a low voice: "Miss, does the chief... have a crush on you?"