This kind of feeding from one bite to another, even the others find it overly sweet, only Diana is upset about the physical examination...

In fact, I didn't eat much at the meal, but I was full.

David came over and said, "Master, the hospital has arranged it. Director Rowan has been waiting for a long time."

Diana, wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin, paused for a moment when she heard David talk about the physical examination, knowing that it was inevitable...

The road leading to the hotel has a great view. The plane trees on both sides form a tree-lined avenue. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle.

The hospital was at the foot of the mountain, and the car came down the winding mountain road, followed by more than a dozen bodyguards. Such a scene was striking everywhere.

Soon the car pulled into the hospital. At the entrance was a middle-aged man with white hair, dressed in a white coat, and behind him were dozens of doctors and nurses waiting eagerly.

Shengde Hospital has long been renowned internationally, and the director is highly respected. To receive him in person today, anyone with a little bit of logic could have guessed that the visitor must be a big shot...

The black caravan was parked conspicuously at the hospital entrance.

Alaric got out first, followed by Diana.

When the middle-aged man saw Alaric, he came forward and said, "Alaric."

"Dean Rowan."

Dean Rowan smiled and nodded, then looked at Diana beside Alaric.

Diana, who had seen Director Rowan before coming to the hospital, addressed him by Alaric as "Director Rowan."

"All right, you two, come inside and let's talk as we go."

Director Rowan turned and led the way beside Alaric, followed by doctors and nurses, and finally bodyguards.

A group of people marched into the hospital in a grand procession, and pedestrians in the corridors turned their heads and made way,

Young nurse female patients were hiding in groups of three or five, screaming:

[Ah ah ah, so cool! So cool! So cool...!]

[Even more handsome than Dr. Caleb!]

While speaking, he secretly took pictures with his mobile phone.

[Don't see Dr. Caleb today?]

[The whole day of surgery, and the director's arrangement... I feel like our Dr. Caleb must not be the director's biological child!]

[Isn't that beauty a family member of Dr. Caleb's patient?]

[Which patient?]

[It's the patient in the seventeenth floor ward who has been lying in a vegetative state for more than two years after falling from the upper floor, that's the one who has prevented Dr. Caleb from being rated as advanced for two consecutive years!]

[Dr. Caleb doesn't care about being advanced or not, but it's strange to say that Dr. Caleb can cure patients in the hospital who are even more serious than that one, but why hasn't this one been cured until now?]

[Who knows! Since Dr. Caleb can't cure it anyway, no one else can...]

They were chatting animatedly in a low voice when suddenly a shadow hung over them.

"Hand over your phone."

"What phone?"

"A phone that secretly takes pictures."

The girl who was secretly taking pictures screamed: "Why are you trying to snatch my phone!"

A little episode, Director Rowan said shamefully, "The hospital management is not strict enough. I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

Alaric, who had long been accustomed to taking pictures of infatuated women, curled the corner of his mouth and said nothing, and continued walking.

Stop in front of the laboratory.

"Stand guard at the door." " Alaric gave a stern order and then half-put his arm around Diana's waist and went in.

The laboratory was small, still predominantly white, with a table full of test tube extraction instruments and transparent glass flashing cold light in the light.

"Blood test for trace elements first?" Director Rowan pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. One second he looked like a kind elder, and now he was a strict expert.

Diana followed the sound and sat down opposite Rowan, stretching out her right hand.

Her arm was thin, with the palm facing up on the clean table.

The coldness of the table touched her nerves and made her tense up at once.

"Prick your fingers, like being bitten by an ant, it doesn't hurt." Director Rowan thought she was afraid of the pain and comforted her, but in fact she was worried about the test results.

While eating, I wanted to make Alaric allergic, but I didn't expect to alert her. Now every move she makes is magnified and she can't act rashly anymore.

"It's okay." Diana said she wasn't afraid of the pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alaric leaning against a wall not far away, with his sleeves tucked in, a simple pose that was already very attractive.

He turned his head to look at her, with a vague meaning that was hard to understand.

Diana didn't know if he would remain indifferent or change in an instant if the physical examination results came out and there was no coldness in the uterus as Caleb said.

Suddenly, a cold touch came from the tip of her finger. When she came to her senses, Director Rowan held tweezers, pinched a white cotton ball and wiped it on her fingertip: "Do you have a wound on your finger? Did you just get pricked?"

"Did you get pricked by a thorn while eating? Do you need to switch hands?"

"It doesn't matter whether you change or not."

Diana withdrew her hand and took a close look at the wound on her fingertip. It was so tiny that it wouldn't be noticeable if you didn't look closely.

"Ring..." Dean Rowan pondered over the green andalusite ring on Diana's index finger, a glimmer of doubt flashing through his eyes behind the lens, vanishing quickly.

When Diana heard the word "ring", she looked at Dean Rowan in puzzlement. She saw him smile kindly and say, "The ring is very beautiful."

A strange sigh of relief: "Thank you, let's switch to the other hand."

Then he pulled his right hand back and stretched out the other hand.

Director Rowan is very experienced and knows how to give a quick and painless injection.

With a quick thrust of the needle into Diana's snow-white fingertip, before feeling it, the bright red blood was squeezed out bit by bit by him.

After the pipette collected enough blood, it pressed a cotton ball over the outlet.

"The cotton ball can be removed after five minutes of pressing, and the test results will be available in half an hour."

"Thank you, Dean Rowan."

"No thanks. I'll take it for testing first." With that, he got up and walked into the inner room.

Alaric glanced at David, and David followed Director Rowan in.

Diana looked at the clock on the wall, moving little by little, in the quiet space filled with the sound of time moving.

Seemingly unaware that she has become a sight in the eyes of others...

Alaric looked at her meaningfully, whether he had been poisoned by her, and if any of her stunned expressions or slightly sulking words would make his heart flutter.

Her face was so charming in the light...

She attracted him, and he wanted her regardless of the occasion.

The quiet space was crushed by footsteps.

Looking up, Alaric had walked up to her at some point, and a dark shadow surrounded her so forcefully.

With a slight frown, the man lifted her chin, almost caught off guard, and a kiss came down hard.

This kiss, a little different from before, was more intense than ever.

Gnawing, sweeping, and trying to hollow her out, the mouth soon tasted a sweet and fishy flavor.

It's crazy.

It seems as if something has been set in mind, with a kind of determination, or a decision.

It feels terrible.

It almost suffocated Diana.

She needed to breathe, she was in urgent need of oxygen, her last bit of strength held in her hand, she pushed him away with all her might.

Fortunately, Alaric did not insist any further. He lazily straightened up and wiped a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, like a devil who controls everything in hell.

His bloodthirsty eyes narrowed slightly and he said cruelly:

"You know what I've always hated the most?"

Pausing, not intending to hear her reply, the perfect thin lips open and close, slowly, word by word:

"Deception and betrayal."