Ling Shuyi really wanted to take out some sulfuric acid for a try and directly destroyed his charming face. Was Jiang Xinrui confused by this face? Why else? This man is nothing but good-looking!

But what's the use of looking good? If you don't say anything, you have to separate your mind to take care of him?

Especially when she remembered Jiang Xinrui's instructions to her at that time, Ling Shuyi felt like a lump in her throat and was even more depressed. Otherwise, she would not take advantage of Jiang Xinrui's absence to ridicule and attack Chifeng.

"You don't have much to do around me. Just remember, if Chifeng is injured, you can save him with all your medical skills regardless of anyone. Don't let him get hurt. Of course, he shouldn't get hurt, and I'll protect him. Just look around..."

Jiang Xinrui's words were like a magic spell around her. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt. How could her existence become the white faced imperial doctor of Chifeng? Although her medical skills have not reached the peak, she is definitely much better than ordinary doctors. They are fundamentally different in nature.

In the demon poison incident in Jiangcheng Central Hospital, Ling Shuyi knew what was going on, but she didn't say it. When she didn't make a good choice, she naturally couldn't say it. She also knew that her ability could not be exposed without a stable and trustworthy environment.

This is equivalent to harboring her guilt. She has no ability to protect herself at all, so she finally chose Jiang Xinrui for a variety of reasons. She must choose this way. There is no other choice, or a better choice.

Living in such a sick family, illness is actually a good policy to protect. Normal people like Ling Shujun are forced to be abnormal. Ling Shuyi is silent when thinking of her brother. Everyone has a caring and contradictory person in his heart.

"Rui'er doesn't know when to come back. I don't want to be seen by her. Our atmosphere is strange, and I don't want to see her frown. What do you think of me? It's your business. We don't interfere with each other, and don't continue to say things we don't want to do. I ask you, you said Wenqiao was hurt by the other party's power Yu Wei, and the residual breath on his body doesn't belong to him Well, it must be the murderer, the one who hurt him? "

"Really?"

Chifeng looked at Wen Qiao, who was still in a coma, and knew that he could not hear anything or ask anything. No matter which kind, he also wanted to know the answer now. What he wanted to say was to ease the embarrassing atmosphere between him and Ling Shuyi, but he didn't expect that the more he said, the more outrageous it would be. If Ling Shuyi hadn't been ill, Chifeng felt that the little girl might kill him directly? That look won't lie. Ling Shuyi hates him very much.

"Are you talking nonsense? His breath is not the one who hurt him. Who else can it be? Look at your suspicious and nervous look, don't tell me. You know who the other person is?"

Ling Shuyi was silent, but when she heard Chifeng's question, she replied directly.

Just because of Ling Shuyi's health, she looks like Lin Daiyu. It's really hard to see the deterrent power of her saying this.

Especially when Ling Shuyi said at the end, it was like catching Chifeng's handle, going to report, and finally getting rid of him

Ling Shuyi looks forward to it.