"You are..."

Lu Xici looked at Chen Zhijian calmly, then raised his eyes and said, "It's just a little-known university..."

Lin Liefeng: “…”

Whose little-known university is secretly the number one boss in the international racing list?

Or a full-ring sharpshooter?

Or a hacker?

He curled his lips, looking like he didn't want to expose Lu Xici.

Chen Zijian rubbed his eyes, then smiled with relief: "Hahaha, but I'm old..."

"I've got the wrong person. It's just that you two look exactly the same..."

“It’s just that the gender is different.”

Lu Xici chuckled.

Isn't it? Because that person is her.

Chen Zijian suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly with excitement: "Do you have a sister? Or twin sisters?"

"This one?" Lu Xici raised a wicked smile and said, "Yes, how could there not be one?"

"I have a sister who looks almost exactly like me."

Lu Yan sneezed repeatedly with his slender hands on the steering wheel, his expression gloomy: "What's going on?"

"Could it be that you have a cold?"

My right eyelid was twitching like crazy.

I felt a little panicked for no apparent reason, my eyes were cold, and my voice was low and restrained: "Could it be that my sister wants me to be a scapegoat again?"

Chen Zijian's eyes seemed to be about to pop out, and there was a surge of blood in them: "Did you learn this skill from your sister?"

Lu Xici started studying medicine at the age of five, and by the time she was fourteen, common difficult and complicated diseases were no problem at all for her.

What's more, she also has wood-related abilities.

Since the age of twelve, she has been giving Lu Yan devilish special training.

As for Chinese medicine and acupuncture, Lu Yan also learned a lot from Lu Xici.

Medical skills are still very good.

"yes,"

This was a simple and straightforward idea, so Lu Xici didn't think about it anymore and directly pushed Lu Yan's body.

This isn't the first time she's done this.

"Then can you give me her phone number?"

Chen Zijian's voice was full of excitement and he stared at Lu Xici with fiery eyes.

"Can."

Lu Xici said without hesitation, with a wicked smile on his face.

I sent Lu Yan’s cell phone number directly.

"Thank you!"

Chen Zijian took the phone number written down by Lu Xici with trembling hands.

We quickly said goodbye and left.

"Xi Ci, are you going to remove the needle?"

Lin Liefeng looked at the silvery needles swaying around and felt very uncomfortable.

"Are you still afraid of acupuncture?"

Lu Xici's eyebrows raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised in an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"I didn't, you're talking nonsense!" Lin Liefeng rejected it quickly without thinking, his old face flushed.

"Wait half an hour, then you can pull it out yourself." Lu Xici stood up.

With a thoughtful look on his face, he said, "I'll give you a series of injections..."

Lin Liefeng swallowed, afraid that he would not hear Lu Xici say it a few times.

"Just do it 70 or 80 times in a row and it will be fine."

"I don't want to be treated anymore. It's fine like this."

Lin Liefeng looked hopeless, with dull eyes and a sluggish expression.

Lu Xici burst out laughing: "You make me laugh to death, you always look fearless."

With a smile in his voice, he crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, if your subordinates knew about this, they would laugh at you."

Lin Liefeng's face turned red in an instant, and he stammered, "You... Lu Xici, you can't do this!"

"Hahaha," Lu Xici laughed a few times and slowly left.

But Lin Liefeng was frightened for several days, and he was afraid that Lu Xici would tell others that he was afraid of acupuncture.

…

Lu Yan was wearing a black windbreaker, the hem of which swayed slightly.

The buttons of the white shirt inside were slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone, and a white wolf tail swayed gently as she walked.

"Dean, the woman you brought here is in a relatively stable mood."

A man in a white coat followed Lu Yan closely with a serious voice.

The wolf-tail hair was slightly curled, the facial features were deep, the peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and the thin lips were slightly curled: "Okay, I know."

"The chief physician's white coat is ready for you."

The man held a stack of documents in his hand and handed them to Lu Yan respectfully.

Lu Yan hummed coldly and walked towards the white locker room.

"Ahhh! The dean is so handsome!"

A female nurse who had just arrived had stars in her eyes and looked intoxicated.

Apparently he hasn't recovered yet.

"Yes, our dean is handsome, rich, and has great medical skills."

The head nurse whispered as she watched the departing figure.

"Sister Mu, what is the identity of the woman the dean brought?"

The head nurse's voice suddenly became serious, staring at the new nurse: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!"

"Okay... got it..."

The new nurse's voice suddenly softened, with a hint of fear in her voice.

This dean is good in every way except that he is a bit withdrawn and a bit gloomy.

Sometimes, being stared at by him was like being stared at by a poisonous snake.

…

Lu Zhiyao looked at the nurse who was changing her dressing and asked, "Miss, do you know who brought me here?"

"I have no idea……"

"Don't ask."

The nurse looked at the chief doctor in a white coat walking towards her and left.

"Are you my chief physician?"

Lu Zhiyao's face has almost healed, and she feels she can be discharged from the hospital.

Staring at the man in front of her, her eyes were a little flustered.

The man in front of him was wearing a white mask, had a white wolf tail, and his eyes were peach blossom eyes!

“You’re not the chief doctor here!”

Lu Yan stood in front of Lu Zhiyao, surrounded by a suffocating sense of oppression.

With her head slightly lowered, her hair shielded the haze in her eyes.

"You are Lu Yan!"

Lu Zhiyao's voice was trembling slightly. She grasped the bed sheet tightly with both hands and retreated back a little bit.

"What do you want to do?"

Lu Yan took off his mask, raised his lips, and rubbed the silver knife in his hand with his slender fingers, very gently.

He stared at Lu Zhiyao, his eyes looking like he was measuring a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.

"I've given you so many chances,"

Lu Yan lowered his eyes, his slightly curled eyelashes trembled a few times, and a morbid madness flashed in his eyes: "Why don't you cherish it?"

"And you're madly provoking my sister?"

Lu Zhiyao burst into tears and shook her head frantically: "No... I didn't..."

"I have minimized my own presence..."

"What else do you want from me?"

Lu Yan lowered his head and chuckled, playing with the silver knife in his hand: "Sister Zhiyao, you have been pretending for so long, aren't you really tired?"