Chapter 1115 Good Night, Sickly Brother (40)

At eight o'clock in the morning, after Lu Ou completed his routine room search in the neurosurgery department of the hospital, he came to the room where Fatty was.

In his hands were two full cups of freshly ground soy milk, and two big steamed buns.

One bean paste filling and one sesame filling.

"Doctor Lu Ou, you're here!" Little Fatty lowered his head, with a blush on his face.

Lu Ou would visit her every day these days, bringing her breakfast and delicious food.

The patients in the same ward were extremely envious of her and kept telling her how handsome Lu Ou was and how good Lu Ou was in her ears all day long.

I don’t know when, the tender buds in my heart gradually began to sprout, and the world of pink bubbles surrounded her.

Suddenly, she seemed to know the feeling Luo Qingchen was talking about.

Once you fall in love, it doesn't matter life or death, as long as it's him, then anything is okay.

"Well, are you feeling better?" Lu Ou raised his eyes, his eyes as gentle as water.

At this moment, if there wasn't someone next to him, Du Xiaopang would really want to knock down the man in the white coat every minute.

After all, that serious and focused look has a charm that every girl can't resist.

"That's good! Hey, hey, hey..." She glanced at the food in his hand, blinked and said, "There's something delicious!"

"Look how greedy you are..." Lu Ou smiled fondly at her, and while taking her temperature, he said, "Eat later, it's all yours."

Luo Qingchen stood at the door of the ward and happened to see this scene.

Suddenly, I felt inexplicably familiar, and had a very strange feeling, as if I was looking at the first Du Jiusheng with the eyes of an outsider.

"Qingchen, you're here!" Dai Xiaopang saw her for the first time and waved towards her.

Lu Ou nodded naturally. There was no other sign between his eyebrows. He just smiled and said, "Then I'll go find a house first. I won't be here for a while."

"Ah..." Little Fatty puffed his mouth in frustration.

What should I do? At this moment, I suddenly hoped that Luo Qingchen would not come.

Why does she want to come? If she doesn't want it, she can always see the person she likes...

"Ang..." Luo Qingchen's eyebrows moved slightly, and the corner of her mouth gently curved into a faint smile: "It seems that I have become a light bulb?"

"Miss Luo misunderstood. I just saw Fatty alone and was bored, so I came over to see her." Lu Ou raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "I will pay attention to it in the future."

This sentence was a trigger for the effect of neuromedicine. After taking three injections of AC-sensitive neuron-controlled drugs being studied in the United States every day for so many days, he actually did an experiment on humans.

If he succeeds, he can avenge Mu Xinian, and secondly... he will set a new record for the highest achievement in the medical field and set a new milestone.

"Xiao Qing, what are you talking nonsense about?" Hearing this, Little Fatty looked at Luo Qingchen with obvious anger and pouted, "You don't even come to see Fatty, why do you blame the doctor for caring so much about me?"

After saying that, she hid herself in the quilt and stopped talking.

Luo Qingchen half-squinted his eyes and frowned slightly. An inexplicable feeling of danger arose spontaneously, and just when she was about to pat her quilt to comfort her, her cell phone rang.

The caller is: Du Jiusheng.

"Where are you?" His voice sounded a little urgent, as if he felt some inexplicable danger approaching.

"In the hospital." Luo Qingchen pursed her lips, obviously hearing the worry in her tone that was always calm.

"I'll be there in three minutes -" there was a sharp U-turn on the other end of the phone, and then said: "Come downstairs."