Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Lan Xinmei's emotions couldn't help becoming a little complicated.

Following Shi Qinglan to the oncology department, she felt something was not right at the time, but she did not expect that Lan Chu had stomach cancer...

"Trouble the doctor to help me take care of her."

Shi Qinglan's voice came, and she immediately passed the information in her hand to the attending doctor, "This is the case I recently collected, and there are some reports on the research results. Office chat?"

"Good." The doctor nodded and followed her to the office.

Lan Xinmei's eyes narrowed slightly. She saw that Shi Qinglan had already left the corridor, and after confirming that she was not there, she raised her hand to grab the broken hair and walked towards the ward.

She did not go to the nurse's station to inquire about the specific ward...

According to the woman's sixth sense, Lan Xinmei walked directly to the most advanced ward, wanting to see what happened.

...

Lan Chu fell asleep after taking the analgesic, but she was still asleep. Her eyebrows were frowned, her forehead was filled with fine cold sweat, and her face didn't look very good.

"Sure enough..." Lan Xinmei murmured to herself.

She opened the door of the ward and walked in, and saw Lan Chu lying on the hospital bed. Her bedside table had basic patient information. In addition to her name, she also wrote the words stomach cancer.

Lan Xinmei couldn't help but curl her lips and sneered, "Heh..."

She didn't expect that Lan Chu would be so unlucky. Before she could take care of this woman, she had contracted stomach cancer first, and it seemed that time was running out!

"Kacha——" Lan Xinmei took out her phone and took a picture.

Lan Chu was sleeping restlessly. She slept very shallowly because of discomfort. Hearing the sound of pressing the shutter and the flashlight that the other party had not turned off, she suddenly woke up and opened her eyes!

Lan Xinmei's face immediately caught her eye!

Lan Chu's face became paler, she opened her eyes slightly and looked at Lan Xinmei, "You... why are you..."

Seeing that she was awake, Lan Xinmei gave her hand motion.

But she reacted immediately, her lips curled slightly, and she looked down at her arrogantly and intently.

"I didn't expect that my sister would have stomach cancer."

Lan Xinmei's expression is extremely unfriendly, but her voice is gentle, "My sister feels sorry for you because of your appearance."

Hearing this, Lan Chu gently pursed his lips.

She turned her head and didn't want to look at Lan Xinmei, obviously she didn't want to show her embarrassed side in front of her.

"Sister, why don't you say that you have such a serious illness? I live alone in the hospital and no one takes care of it. If I know, at least I can take care of you..."

Lan Xinmei sat on the edge of the hospital bed, reaching out to hold Lan Chu's hand.

But Lan Chu withdrew his hand back to the bed with extreme vigilance, "Lan Xinmei, you don't need to be pretending to be in front of me."

The arc of Lan Churou's lips froze for a moment.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly, "What did the younger sister say, after all, I am your only relative in the world. Taking care of your dying younger sister... should be my part."

Hearing his dying son, Lan Chu only felt that his blood was cold.

She moved her gaze back to look at Lan Xinmei, "Yes, I have stomach cancer, terminally ill, and there is not much time left. Are you satisfied with what I look like now?"

Lan Xinmei gently frowned her eyebrows.

She looked at Lan Chu in a puzzled way, "Chu Chu, are you still blaming me for talking to my sister like this..."

"Huh—" Lan Chu suddenly turned over and started from the bed.

She was suffering from stomach pains, but seeing Lan Xinmei pretending to be in front of her all the time, she threw up on the bed.

He even vomited all of them on Lan Xinmei's body.

Even though Lan Xin Meidang couldn't pretend, she almost jumped up, "Lan Chu! How dare you do this to me!"

Lan Chu held the edge of the bed and bent over and looked at the floor.

Her lips curled slightly, and she stretched out her hand to draw a piece of paper towel and wiped her mouth, "Sorry, gastric cancer patients are so nauseous. My sister just missed the time."

"You..." Lan Xinmei gritted her teeth and looked at her.

Lan Chu felt more comfortable after vomiting. She cleaned her mouth and rinsed her mouth again, laying back on the bed slowly.

She raised her face and looked at Lan Xinmei, "What? My sister can't pretend at this time? Don't you have to take care of me?"

"Lan Chu!" Lan Xinmei clenched his fist tightly.

She lowered her eyes and looked at herself covered in stains, her frowning eyebrows seemed to be able to trap a fly, and she didn't even know where to put her hand.

She just feels disgusting all over her body, she can't wait to take off her clothes now, feeling all over her body hairy, "You little **** who is dying, I don't care about you!"

Seeing Lan Xinmei's face almost completely changed, Lan Chu was not surprised, and there was nothing in her eyes.

"Lan Chu." Lan Xinmei squinted at her, "I think you have been alive in a few days like this. There are only a handful of days when you can be arrogant in front of me. I will treat you as a dying struggle. ."

Probably because of a period of hospitalization in the oncology department.

When he heard the words "death", Lan Chu couldn't make any waves anymore, and she said casually, "So?"

"You divorce Bai Jingchen." Lan Xinmei said.

Hearing this, Lan Chu only felt that her heartbeat had stopped for half a second, she breathed for a moment, and raised her eyes to look at her.

Lan Xinmei said aggressively, "As you know, Jingchen has been with me when the company is busy these days."

"Now that the Bai Group is facing an unprecedented crisis, the shareholders of the board of directors are forcing him to choose between you and the company, divorce or give up the position of president."

"Why do you think shareholders use this to force him? Because they all know that Bai Jingchen will not choose to divorce, then he can only obediently surrender the position of president and hand over the Bai family's century-old foundation. Patriarch..."

"Jingchen's parents died because of your parents!"

Lan Chu's heart suddenly tightened. She gripped the bed sheet under her tightly, feeling that the effect of the analgesic seemed to have passed, and her stomach was so painful that she was overwhelmed.

"Lan Chu, your existence will only make Jingchen embarrassed. You are nothing to him except to drag the oil bottle."

"And my Lan Xinmei is different. I am now the daughter of the Lan family. Jingchen wants to cooperate with the Lan family to make a profit, and tries to ease the grievances of the blue and white families. I can only rely on me."

"Only I am worthy of being Jingchen's good helper."

"But Lan Chu, you are dying. What is gastric cancer? How many people with advanced gastric cancer have you seen who can survive? Can't you do something good for Jingchen before you die?"

"Since he doesn't take the initiative to divorce you, it should be up to you. In this case, all the problems he faces will be easily solved, and you can die more comfortably, right?"

Every word of Lan Xinmei stung Lan Chu's heart.