A few days ago, Mu Shao was tormented by headaches more and more, and called Dr. Huang to check on him, and all the advanced equipment was used at that time, but he couldn't check it out at all.

Dr. Huang felt that Mu Shao's headache was not so simple, and he couldn't find the cause, so he didn't think of a treatment method for the time being, but just prescribed him painkillers.

After all, it is Mu Shao's personal doctor, and Dr. Huang is still very concerned about Mu Shao's condition, these days, he has been searching for the root causes, reading Mu Shao's examination results and laboratory reports over and over again, thinking over and over again, asking others, asking masters, well, in short, it took a lot of effort to have a clue.

However, Dr. Huang is not sure if this is the right idea.

What's wrong, what did Mu Shao really get...... Incurable disease......

When the word terminal illness appeared in his mind, in the past two days, Dr. Huang couldn't sleep all night, couldn't sleep at all, didn't dare to say it to Mu Shao, couldn't find any other explanation, couldn't find any way to solve it, and the whole person was in a panic all day.

He is Mu Shao's personal doctor, and for so many years, he has been in charge of Mu Shao's physical condition, and suddenly, he said that Mu Shao had a terminal illness, this, this, this......

Jing Kang Hospital, a consultation room.

A slender man with handsome eyebrows pushed the door in, and looked around the room, which was still the same, clean, and secluded.

His head, which had just had a severe headache, was much better now.

He didn't say anything, walked to the table, and sat down, and across the table sat Dr. Huang.

"Mu Shao......" Doctor Huang looked at him and stopped talking.

"Check it out for me." Mu Zhengchen said lightly, his expression was expressionless.

Today was supposed to be the day of his wedding, but now he is in the hospital.

Doctor Huang looked at him, and it was difficult to open his mouth, and after a long time, he nodded slowly and said, "Okay." "Hopefully, the result of the previous inspection was just a mistake, now check again and see how it goes.

Then, turn on the instrument and check the head.

The medical equipment here is no worse than anywhere, on the contrary, better than anywhere! And it's good!

Don't worry about instrument problems.

Half an hour later, the results of the examination came back.

However, the results of this examination were significantly worse than the previous one, and Dr. Huang's conjecture was followed......

Dr. Huang gasped three times, and his whole body was completely out of strength, and he didn't even have the strength to look up at the man across the table.

The results of this report clearly showed that Mu Shao's condition in his head was deteriorating.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhengchen saw that he didn't speak for a long time, so he asked.

"The condition is ......" for a long, long time before Dr. Huang reluctantly spit out the word "illness".

"Just say whatever you want." His voice was still faint.

"It's worse."

Three words, like the god of death seeking the soul.

Time was as silent as death.

"I'm sorry ......"

Dead as silent.

Silent.

……

Very late, Mu Zhengchen left Jingkang Hospital.

On the other side of the sky, the sun is about to set, and the distant mountains are burning quietly in the red of Danxia.

Drive in the direction of home.

Villa.

Jing Qingran was sent back by the bodyguards from the wedding scene, her whole person was like a lost soul, why didn't she know what to do, the thoughts in her head were very chaotic, very messy.

That man, who the hell is he? How did he know about their past lives? If that person was really the soul of King Chen, why did he watch Jing Qingran walk away instead of struggling to keep her?

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