I went crazy holding my thighs in the vest

Ning'an Hospital is different from Yongya Hospital opened by Chu Mian.

If Yongya Hospital is more like charity and is opened in some remote areas where medical facilities are lacking, then Ning'an Hospital is more inclined to serve the royal family, nobles, and wealthy plutocrats.

Lu Jingshu did not find any place to hide people in the Ning'an Hospital design drawings she obtained from Chu Mian. Could it be that some of the layouts were not open, or that the design drawings submitted to the Medical Association were incomplete?

"How much do you know about President Jin of Ning'an Hospital? What is his background?" Lu Jingshu rested her elbows on the car window and tilted her head to look at the hospital opposite with people coming and going through a layer of one-way glass.

Chu Mian pointed his finger at the steering wheel, followed her gaze, and said thoughtfully: "Dean Jin is fifty-three years old now and will retire in two years. It is said that he relies on the royal family to achieve his goals at the age of three. He took up the position of dean at the age of ten. However, this man has always been low-key and humble, and he has real talents. I have a good impression of him after several contacts. "

"The royal family? Who exactly is behind him?"

Chu Mian smiled: "Well... I have no way of knowing. When he became the dean, I had not yet come to the L Country Medical Association. But I did hear some people guessing that he was Prince Darien."

The two sons of Queen Saraphire today are Branwen and Darion.

It is no longer a secret that the two princes are at odds with each other, not to mention that the Queen is now old and may abdicate in the next few years. The conflicts between the two parties have intensified and the stalemate is just waiting for a fuse to tear the surface calm.

If Dean Jin is really from Darien, it means that he has already lined up. However, the retirement age is approaching. If the Queen is in good health in the past two years and has no intention of abdicating, Darien will let himself lose. A helper?

They will take action.

Either Dean Jin tried his best to postpone his retirement, or Darien made some move.

Lu Jingshu pinched her earlobe, her dark pupils as dark as a deep pool, and said to Chu Mian: "Has Dean Jin applied to the Medical Association for delayed retirement in the past few years?"

Apparently Chu Mian had also thought about this question, and he immediately understood why she asked.

"No, he was calm and didn't make any big moves."

Lu Jingshu was silent.

If this is the case, it is impossible to say whether Dean Jin is from Darien or not.

She held out her palm, holding a pill in it.

Chu Mian frowned slightly: "You must do this? Let me do it for you..."

Lu Jingshu quickly put the medicine into her mouth before he could finish his words.

Chu Mian's voice stopped instantly, and he immediately opened a bottle of water and handed it over.

Lu Jingshu waved her hand and rubbed her throat, indicating that she had swallowed it.

"Isn't it decided in advance? You show up to attract most people's attention, and I pretend to be sick to go in and investigate."

Chu Mian said distressedly: "That's not so realistic."

The medicine Lu Jingshu just swallowed can make people show the same symptoms as being sick in a short period of time.

This period is naturally uncomfortable.

"You can deceive those people by being more realistic." Lu Jingshu said.

She looked at Chu Mian's frowning brows and added: "Once inside, I will take the antidote immediately."

Chu Mian knew that she was trying to comfort him, and finally sighed helplessly: "Okay, please pay attention to your safety."

Lu Jingshu's breathing gradually became faster, thin cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her face turned pale, her lips that were bright red just now were almost bloodless now, and her face looked haggard and sick.

But she didn't even frown.

Lu Jingshu opened the car door and stepped out. When closing the door, she said, "Get off the car in five minutes."

Chu Mian looked at her straight back and walked towards the hospital entrance in an orderly manner. Her fingers clenched the steering wheel and her nails turned white.

Lu Jingshu put one hand in her pocket. If you didn't look at her face, you wouldn't have known that she was sick. She stepped into the hospital door with long legs and instantly caught the attention of everyone inside.

There was no other reason, but she was the only one in the hospital who came to see the doctor. No matter how she dressed or appeared in battle, people had to suspect that she was just an ordinary person with no identity background.

But his appearance and temperament are nothing like...

Others would at least bring a servant or housekeeper with them, but Lu Jingshu was really out of place.

Lu Jingshu turned a blind eye to these glances. When she saw a male nurse, she walked over and asked, "How can I get to the expert's office?"

The moment the male nurse saw her face, surprise flashed in his eyes, but his second reaction was to look her up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and then said disdainfully: "You want to register as a specialist?"

The woman in front of me looks so haggard, she seems to be seriously ill, but where does she have the qualifications to call an expert?

Where are the experts in their hospital that can be found just by anyone?

This person's voice was loud. As soon as he said this, Lu Jingshu suddenly felt that the surroundings were much quieter, and all eyes were on her.

Lu Jingshu narrowed her eyes and wondered: "No?"

The nurse was stunned by her question, and her tone was unclear: "Okay, I just don't know if it will be your turn."

Lu Jingshu's tone became colder: "What do you mean?"

The nurse said impatiently: "Experts are so busy every day, diagnosing and treating many patients, how can they have time to take care of you?"

Her pale face still couldn't stop Lu Jingshu's cold aura, her voice was ice-cold: "I'm not a patient?"

To put it bluntly, isn't it just because he saw that she was powerless and mediocre that he dared to be so perfunctory and indifferent?

I didn't expect to see such extreme discriminatory treatment in a hospital that treats patients and saves lives.

Should poor people be allowed to delay their illness at will?

The ends of Lu Jingshu's eyes were red, and a few strands of red blood ran up her eyes, making her whole body look cold and wild. Her face was cold and solemn, and the corners of her mouth were tight.

This hospital really needs to be investigated...

The nurse planned to dismiss her with a few perfunctory words, but as soon as her eyes came into contact with her, a feeling of oppression hit her face.

I felt a little lacking in confidence for a moment.

Lu Jingshu didn't have time to spend any more time with him, so she frowned and decided to go find him by herself.

The hospital archives and specialist offices are only one floor apart, but they are adjacent to the emergency pharmacy.

In the design drawing Chu Mian gave her, she had already roughly memorized the layout of the hospital.

I asked the staff just to avoid making people suspicious, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome.

The nurse in front of her had erratic eyes, as if she felt guilty, but suddenly froze behind Lu Jingshu.

His expression instantly became cheerful, and he walked past Lu Jingshu with a smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Li, are you coming for a review today?..."

Lu Jingshu sneered coldly. Now was not the time to teach people a lesson. She had to hurry up and find the monitoring room and archives room.

Without much pause, she walked into the elevator, pressed the number six, and watched the elevator door slowly close.

Lu Jingshu clenched her hands into fists, covered her lips and coughed lightly.