Mo Shao's little ancestor is quite arrogant

the next day.

Lan Xinming was arranged for the first radiotherapy, and Mo Jingchen was still with her in the hospital.

The result of talking with the doctor is still very unsatisfactory.

Radiotherapy is also a no-brainer, and now it is just delaying time. Everyone knows it in their hearts, but they are still striving for this process.

After one radiotherapy session, Lan Xinming's condition seemed to be getting worse.

Lan Xi said to Mo Jingchen: "Did I do something wrong? I should listen to his thoughts and not drag him to treatment."

Being tormented by illness is already the greatest pain, and after the treatment fails, it is another kind of psychological torture.

It is also impossible for Lan Xinming not to look forward to living, but he himself knew that he would not survive, so he chose to give up the treatment.

Lan Xi wanted to try hard, but now that she saw Lan Xinming's physical condition, she was a little worried, whether she did something wrong.

"You are right. It is right to insist on treating patients. How could it be wrong?" Mo Jingchen said comfortingly.

Lan Xi's mood was depressed, and she was in a mess for a while.

beep.

There was a knock on the door in the ward.

Mo Jingchen's eyes flickered slightly, and he got up to open the door.

Lan Xi looked at the scrawny Lan Xinming lying there, feeling exhausted.

"What kind of patient is it? You must let me come over in person."

A clear and concise voice suddenly entered Lan Xi's ears.

She turned her head to look at the door. After Mo Jingchen opened the door, a woman with neatly trimmed short hair came in, wearing glasses, with delicate and distant features. She was dressed in a simple and refreshing shirt, jeans, and casual shoes, making her look simple. Clean, refreshing and free and easy.

Standing up slowly, Mo Jingchen led the woman to Lan Xi.

He said in a calm tone: "She is Anyang, a ghost doctor."

Lan Xi frowned. A girl who looks so young is actually a ghost doctor?

Anyang noticed that Lan Xin was looking at her, so she pushed up her glasses and said, "I'm 30, don't doubt it."

Lan Xi: "...As I guessed, there is almost no difference."

Lan Xi still understands when people speak human language.

She could tell at a glance that this Anyang's temper was not of the particularly docile type.

She is very heroic, and if she is a ghost doctor, her preferences are even more different.

Therefore, Lan Xi is trying to find the appearance that can quickly match with Anyang to form the most tacit partner.

"When I first saw you, I guessed that you were around 30 years old. Sure enough, my vision is really good."

Lan Xi smiled and reached out to Anyang, "Get to know me, my name is Lan Xi."

Anyang turned his head away, not even giving Lan Xi an extra look.

Instead, he set his target on Lan Xinming lying on the hospital bed, took off his backpack, took out her tools and began to examine Lan Xinming.

Lan Xi's outstretched hand just froze in mid-air, looking a little embarrassed.

In the next second, Mo Jingchen's hand appeared in her palm.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

Mo Jingchen raised his eyebrows lightly, and even his eyes were provocative, causing Lan Xi to give him a sidelong glance.

"Not too happy!"

"Huh?" Mo Jingchen narrowed his eyes dangerously, "You mean, you're not happy to know me?"

Lan Xi withdrew her hand, "Yes."

"Okay, you dare to provoke me? Me." Mo Jingchen pinched her face, intending to punish her severely, "I'll give you a chance to speak well, are you happy or not?"

"go out!"

Before Lan Xi could answer, An Yang, who was busy examining Lan Xinming over there, growled in displeasure, "This is a ward, not a place for flirting."

Lan Xi: "..."

She apologized, "I'm sorry, it was my fault, I'll get out right away."

The words fall.

She grabbed Mo Jingchen's arm and pulled him away, leaving the ward to An Ran.

As soon as he left the door of the ward, before he started talking, he found Zhuo Han standing there with his back against the wall, absent-minded and sloppy.

The stubble had changed color and had not been taken care of, and he was haggard and embarrassed as if he had been severely tortured by someone.

Mo Jingchen pushed Zhuo Han's shoulder, "What are you doing?"

Zhuo Han suddenly recovered, "Send Anyang over."

With one mouthful, Lan Xi could smell the wine.

She covered her nose, "Are you drunk and driving?"

"How is that possible? Am I the unruly type?"

Lan Xi not only covered her nose, but also waved her hands in front of her nose, as if trying to drive away the smell of overnight alcohol.

"No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a rule-abiding person."

Zhuo Han: "..."

Forget it, why should he bother with a woman.

He didn't even care about the people he cared about, how could he care about like Lan Xi.

"Okay, since she delivered it, you're fine, go do what you want!"

It's rare that Mo Jingchen was so generous.

Said to Zhuo Han from the bottom of his heart.

Zhuo Han seemed to understand what he meant, so he couldn't help but added: "Wait, actually, the situation in your heart should refer to something else, right?"

"In other respects, I think you are out of your mind, and you may need to have An Ran examine you."

"Don't, don't, I just drank a little wine, but that was what happened last night, and I don't have any alcohol on me now."

Zhuo Han was still as proud as if he was giving up his family for everyone.

"Okay, you guys keep busy, I'll go first."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, he ran away immediately.

Lan Xi saw that he was almost fleeing, and said, "Then why did he go to the extra trouble to send An Ran? Wouldn't it be good to let her take a taxi here?"

Mo Jingchen hooked his lips evilly, "This is what Anyang requested."

Lan Xi understood, this is another person from country M, and they are all Mo Jingchen's friends.

From Yinling, Wild Bee, and Anyang, Lan Xi had already noticed that Mo Jingchen seemed to be their master, and if there was anything to tell, everyone would do it seriously and cheerfully.

However, the relationship is a bit messy now, and Lan Xi is a little confused.

Click.

Before he could figure it out, Anyang had already opened the ward.

"Where are people? Gone?"

Her purpose is to find Zhuo Han.

Mo Jingchen smiled and nodded, "Just left, let me take you back."

"Cut, useless guy."

After speaking, Anyang went into the ward again and closed the door.

Lan Xi blinked outside the door, pointed at herself with her index finger.

"She should be talking about Zhuo Han, not us, right?"

Mo Jingchen showed appreciation, "That's right, I've learned to be smart this time."

"Hmph, never am I smart."

So, she touched her chin with her fingers, and her eyes rolled around.

After thinking about Mo Jingchen's words and Anyang's various reactions, he suddenly understood.

"I understand, Anyang likes Zhuo Han, right?"

"Are you two annoying? Can you give me a quiet environment to see a doctor?"

There was another dissatisfied voice in the ward.