Chapter 825: The Plague Strikes (11)

Li Zi went to check when Shui'anluo first had a fever, and the fever-reducing needle was also used, but it had no effect.
Li Zi needs Chu Muyi to leave. Although Shui Anluo's blood test has not yet come out, the results can be expected.
Chu Cuiyi always sat by the bed and held Shui Anluo's hand, probably because of the discomfort. Shui Anluo's head kept turning slightly, and there was a word in her mouth, but she couldn't hear what she was talking about.
"Mr. Chu, you must leave here." Li Zi said in a deep voice.
"Do you think it would be useful for me to leave now?" Chu Cuiyi's voice faded.
"But at least you are okay now." Li Zi wasn't timid either, just telling the truth.
"If you have time to persuade me, you might as well use this time to find a cure. You don't have two days." Chu Cuiyi said, looking up at Li Zi.
Li Zi also wanted to say something to persuade him, but finally gave up.
Because he knew that if this persuasion was useful, maybe he wouldn't be chubby.
"If you want to stay, use alcohol to cool her first." Li Zi's voice was still not wavering.
Chu Cuiyi didn't open her mouth, she just wiped the sweat on her forehead for Shui Anluo. She coughed too badly last night. Her throat was still hoarse, even the coughing sound seemed to be a scratched cotton pad. .
Li Zi left, Chu Muyi took a cotton ball to wet her dry lips, and her tight brows didn't relax for a moment.
"Dad-daddy-" Shui Anluo's voice was a little clearer, but still hoarse.
She seemed to have a nightmare, and even strengthened her hand holding the quilt.
Chu Muyi put down the cotton ball, clenched her hand, and kissed gently on the lips: "Luoluo-"
"Not my father, not my father--" Shui Anluo said suddenly in excitement, and his body was shaking violently.
Chu Cuiyi reached out and suppressed her shoulder. What was she talking about?
Not her father?
Is it because of the murderer? She was still scared.
"Your father is not a murderer." Chu Cuiyi whispered.
Shui Anluo seemed to have heard his words, his emotions finally stabilized, but he still seemed to be afraid.
"Don't hate me, don't hate me, Chu Cuiyi, don't, don't--" Shui Anluo said more and more nervous, and finally tears slipped down the corner of his eyes.
The strength of Chu Niyi holding her hand increased a little.
He hates her?
Why did Shui Anluo have this idea?
"Stupid girl, how can I hate you?" Chu Cuiyi whispered.
Shui Anluo's lips were still between Zhang He, but she couldn't understand what she was saying, maybe because she had just said too much, so she was tired at the moment.
Shui Anluo slumbered again, and Chu Jiyi reached out to pull the quilt for her, but the mobile phone on the table rang.
Chu Niyi took the phone and looked at the number on it, and hung up.
But the people over there seemed to be impassive and called again.
Chu Cuiyi still hung up until the name was finally blacklisted.
Now, the person he least wanted to see was Yuan Jiayi, none of them.
Especially now, it is just trying to persuade him to leave under the guise of his good.
Yuan Jiayi called again, and the phone was already off. She was in the cubicle not far from Chu Cuiyi's cubicle, but she didn't know whether the call was off by Chu Cuiyi or he had blacklisted himself.