There were three or five people standing in the ward, one of them was holding a mobile phone to answer the call, and the voice was very cold, "What?"

The man's voice was low, his face was a bit gloomy, and there was a kind of breathtaking pressure.

Afterwards, he hung up the phone without speaking.

The atmosphere in the ward was a little frozen, and the cold low pressure encroached on the entire villa.

The old man lying in the hospital bed was silent for a long time, then turned around, his voice weak and his face pale, "What did the genius doctor say?"

The person who answered the phone had a very good attitude, "She, she refused to take orders!

The old man on the hospital bed turned his back to everyone again, and it took a long time before he said, "Get out!"

The doctors packed up and went out.

"Brother, what do you want to do!" Fu Zhiying frowned, very anxious.

The person lying in the hospital bed is their father.

Fu Zhiting pressed his fingers on the temples, and his thin lips lightly opened, as if thinking about something.

Not long after, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the phone with a cold voice, "In any case, I will see the so-called genius doctor."

The other end of the phone respectfully said, "Yes, Shao Fu!"

..........

After refusing a single consultation, Qiao Yimo thought for a while, still wanting to learn about current medicine.

She sat on the man's desk, crossed her legs, shook her mischievously, staring at the man's deep eyes, and said, "Is it possible to borrow a computer?"

"At any time." Leng Juo's mouth bends, giving way to a butt.

Qiao Yimo walked over, sat on a chair, and squeezed the man out.

Under the gaze of the man, Qiao Yimo turned on the computer.

Leng Jiong watched the movement of her little hand on the keyboard quietly.

Slender and white, with distinct five phalanges, these hands are very beautiful and very suitable for playing the piano.

Now this disease is equivalent to a terminal illness in the world. This disease is known as the five terminal illnesses in the world along with cancer, AIDS, leukemia, and rheumatoid.

Qiao Yimo sighed slightly.

Suddenly, Qiao Yimo stunned, and for a moment, a strange pink appeared on his face.

"What's the matter?" Leng Juo felt her body stiff, so he moved his eyes from her small hand to the computer screen.

Qiao Yimo has always had the habit of deleting his browsing history after using his computer, just to prevent any suspicious things from being left.

But........

She stared blankly at Du Niang's browsing history on the screen:

"What is the hazard of an eighteen-year-old girl for the first time!"

"Is an eighteen-year-old girl suitable for the first time?"

The man on the side was stunned first, then the corner of his mouth hooked again, and the evil charm was sultry again.

"I'm leaving now!" Qiao Yimo felt the air more ambiguous and hot.

The men beside him also drew out the surging heat from time to time.

However, she didn't even take a half step out of the study before she was caught by the man.

Leng Juo pressed her back, was silent for a moment, and said something ashamed, "The computer said, it's okay to be 18 years old!"

"no!"

Qiao Yimo blurted out almost without thinking.

She shrank her neck, blushing to the root of her ears, "I...I'm here, it's not convenient."

Leng Tiong looked down and thought, as if it was this time.

He raised his lips and habitually squeezed her face, "It's really timely!"

"Yeah, I, I'm leaving now!" Qiao Yimo nodded stiffly, let alone how swift his legs were.

Looking at Qiao Yimo's flustered back, the man curled his lips helplessly.

If she didn't come, he wouldn't ask her at this time.

Otherwise, he doesn't have to deceive himself and others to check the information again and again.

Wait, it's better for her!

........

The next day.

Sunny.

At 8:50 minutes in the morning, all examinees across the country were in a nervous mood.

Because nine o'clock this morning is the time for the college entrance examination results.

The college entrance examination results hang everyone's heart.

Han Meng was so anxious that he slept all night, staring at the clock with round eyes, hoping for such a time. JrNovels.com