Chapter 87： cure or die

Soon, he went and returned.

Putting a mask on the seat, his eyes were as indifferent as he was, "The disinfectant in the hospital has a strong smell."

After speaking, Fu Shimo leaned on the seat and closed his cold and deep eyes.

"Well, thanks."

Yan Zhixu picked up the white mask and played with interest for a few seconds.

Pick up the mask and put it on, the face is blocked, and the exposed eyes are overflowing with light.

Driver Xiao Wang: ? ? ? ?

Disinfectant smells heavy? This doesn't seem to be the most important thing!

If I remember correctly, this lady is a female star, shouldn't she be worried about being recognized?

Full of doubts, I didn't dare to say anything, didn't ask anything, just started the car obediently, and the red flag car galloped away towards the central hospital in the dark.

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Hospital.

Perhaps because the mayor was seriously ill, the floor of the inpatient department was quiet and the atmosphere was solemn. The medical staff in the corridors kept quiet.

Mayor Lu has been in office for many years, with a clean style and excellent political performance. He has introduced many regulations that are beneficial to the general public, and is very popular and loved by the people of F City.

"Crack-"

The door of the ward was pushed open, and several people walked in.

When Secretary Li saw Fu Shimo, his originally cloudy eyes instantly became bright, and his voice was high, "President Fu, you are back, have you invited an expert? The mayor's illness is getting worse and worse."

As soon as Dean Fu left, the mayor's situation became unstable again, his face was grim, and even the electrocardiogram fluctuated greatly.

Fu Shimo stood in front of the hospital bed, glanced at the stabilized electrocardiogram, and replied lightly, "Yes."

Hearing this, Secretary Li looked around.

Finally, his eyes fell on the woman standing side by side with Dean Fu.

"This... is this an expert? But..."

The person in front of him is slender, dressed in simple and elegant clothes, clean, and looks very heroic.

But she looked too young, maybe only in her early twenties, and she was very different from the image of the master of the Xuanmen and hermit in his imagination.

Seemingly aware of the doubt in Secretary Li's eyes, Fu Shimo pursed his lips and glanced at the other party, "Treat or die."

Obviously his eyes did not become sharp as a knife, and his face was calm as water, but it was inexplicably frightening.

Secretary Li hesitated, "But...but..."

The mayor's situation is very unstable, and of course he can't die, but it's a little bit...

"Well, if I die, I'll go back to sleep, just a little sleepy."

Yan Zhixu found a wall and leaned against it lazily, with his left leg resting on his right, extremely sloppy.

"Cure, let her cure!"

The mayor's wife, who had been silent, raised her head, her face was haggard, and her eyes were filled with hope.

Her voice was weak, "Miss, please trouble you."

The situation is bad enough now, let her take care of it.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, she must not give up easily.

Moreover, Dean Fu's medical ethics are outstanding, and the doctors are benevolent. She believes that the people that Dean Fu has recruited must be genuine.

"..."

Hearing the mayor's wife's words, Secretary Li pursed his lips and swallowed everything he wanted to say.

Indeed, the mayor's illness cannot be dragged on any longer.

"alright."

"President Fu stays, you go out."

Yan Zhixu stood up straight, moved her wrists, her body was full of wildness, and those who didn't know thought she was going to fight.