The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Qiao Yaruan helped Shui Anluo to Mo Luyi's office. There were not many people in the hospital at night. Basically, the inpatients were in the corridor.

Mo Luyu saw them, closed the documents in his hand, and got up and pulled the stool for them. "Luo Luo, did your father have a migraine problem before?"

"Migraine?" Shui Anluo thought seriously, finally shaking his head, "No, my dad was in good health until my mother and I left." Shui Anluo said.

Qiao Yaruan quickly filtered the symptoms of migraine and sequelae in his brain, and finally turned pale.

Shui Anluo also clearly thought of it, his hands on his legs tightened slightly, "Brother, it won't be--"

Brain cancer-

She couldn't say two words.

"It's not that serious." Mo Luyi reached out and patted her shoulder. "It's just that the report is before, and there might be another check, but—"

"Chu's Hospital will take over at a later stage." Before Mo Luyu spoke, Chu Qiyi had already spoken. He walked behind Shui'anluo, reached out and pressed her shoulder, but kept watching Mo Luyu, "I have I asked Uncle Chu to go through the transfer procedure. I think Dean Qiao is here, isn't it more insurance than you? "

Mo Luyi's hand on the tabletop tightened slightly, and her eyes were already displeased.

"How long do you think you can hide from doing this?" Mo Luyun said in a deep voice.

Chu Cuiyi bent over and hugged Shui'anluo, looked back at Mo Luyu, who was holding back his anger. "Do what a doctor should do. Don't even compare this to your grandmother."

Chu Cuiyi left with Shui Anluo, and Qiao Yaruan hurriedly followed. "Brother, I'll go now."

This atmosphere is a bit weird.

The point is that she hasn't got her money yet, and she has to find Fengfeng for money.

When Qiao Yaruan left, Mo Luyi suddenly swept the documents on his desk to the ground. He couldn't compare to Qiao Huihe, how could he not compare to that murderer?

The transfer of Shui Moyun was done by Chu Cuiyi. Shui Anluo still did not see her father. When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that she had been admitted to the intensive care unit and could not be seen for the time being.

Shui Anluo was sitting outside the ward, looking at the people lying inside. A few months ago, she was sitting like this, looking at her father inside.

"Don't think too much, nothing will happen." Chu Cuiyi whispered, holding her hand.

Shui Anluo nodded, Chu Cuiyi looked around, "I'll go out and buy you something to drink." Uncle Chu was gone, but he had to go by himself.

Shui Anluo nodded and watched him leave.

"I just saw Shui'anluo, and it was really good for me to marry a wealthy man. When I was internship in the hospital, my grades were so bad, and I wanted to come, I wanted to leave, hey--"

"You're envious, that's useless. This is a hospital of other people. Even Dean Qiao doesn't look at her. How long hasn't she come to practice?"

"Yeah, this is the envy and the envy. It ’s all like this. What medicine do you learn? Doesn't this make us jealous?"

"Well, she came for an internship, and the internship caused trouble. I heard that Dr. Lan was also forced by her. How terrible. First, Dr. Lin and then Dr. Lan, both of which are deputy deans who are optimistic about Dean Qiao Candidate, hey— "

Shui Anluo listened to the argument farther and farther, but couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. It turned out that in the eyes of everyone, they were all driven away by themselves.

What medicine to learn?

A sentence seemed to pierce Shui'anluo's heart with a thorn, as if all his efforts in the past few years had been denied by one sentence.

Shui Anluo clenched his hands slightly, and finally received a degree that could not be tightened, but when he looked up slightly, he saw a pair of straight legs and a white coat standing in front of himself.