Madam Has An Amazing Life After Her Divorce

>At this moment, Qiao An’s mind was completely blank.
She was like a soulless ghost.
When she suddenly heard Li Xiaoran call her, she was still a little absent-minded.

Li Xiaoran came to her and asked with concern, “Are you here to change your dressing? Why didn’t you get on queue for a consultation with me?”

Qiao An only looked at him indifferently… and replied indifferently, “Doctor Li’s schedule has ended.”

Li Xiaoran said, “Come here.
I’ll change your dressing.”

Qiao An refused firmly.
“There’s no need to trouble yourself with such a small injury, Doctor.”

Without further explanation, she walked towards consultation room three.

Li Xiaoran was petrified.
Qiao An’s rejection and resistance to him made him feel lost.

Lu Mo walked over and hung onto Li Xiaoran’s shoulder like a mollusk.
She smiled and said, “Senior, you’ve been snubbed.”

Li Xiaoran smiled bitterly.

“My intuition tells me that she doesn’t like you at all.”

Li Xiaoran glanced at Lu Mo and turned to enter the consultation room.

Qiao An entered consultation room three.
This was a very young doctor.
He was about the same age as Li Xiaoran, but his face clearly had some immaturity.

After he listened to Qiao An’s account of the injury, he seemed to have no opinion.
“It’s a very serious phenomenon to experience dizziness and vomiting within twenty-four hours of a collision.
I think you have to do a brain MRI.”

Qiao An added, “Doctor, I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, you’re pregnant? It’s normal for pregnant women to feel dizzy and vomit.”

In the end, he fell into confusion.
Then, he suddenly got up and walked out.

Not long after, he brought Li Xiaoran over.

Qiao An was dumbfounded.

The young doctor declared proudly, “I’ve invited the best doctor in our neurosurgery department over.”

Li Xiaoran walked up to Qiao An and raised his seductive fox eyes with a hint of mockery.

“Lift your head.” He reached out with long fingers and lifted Qiao An’s chin.

Those hands were really beautiful.
They were slender and fair, slender and well-proportioned.
They did not look like hands that held a scalpel at all.
They looked like the hands of a noble youth.

Qiao An played along passively and looked up at him.

Li Xiaoran was wearing a white coat.
Very few people wore white coats with such a uniform, cold and restrained.

“Did you used to be dizzy and prone to nausea in the past?” Li Xiaoran’s gaze landed on the bump on her forehead.

Qiao An shook her head.

Li Xiaoran’s expression turned solemn.

Then he asked, “How far along are you?”

Qiao An jumped like a gecko whose tail had been stepped on.

She lowered her head in silence.

This inexplicable silence made Li Xiaoran sense a trace of abnormality.
He asked her again, “How long are you pregnant?”

Qiao An hedged.
“I didn’t count the days.”

In Li Xiaoran’s eyes, her evasive gaze was clearly a deliberate evasion.
Li Xiaoran ordered domineeringly, “Does it count now?”

QIao An glared at him in protest.

“I don’t know which day I got pregnant,” she finally blurted out.

Li Xiaoran probably felt that Qiao An, who was just pregnant, might not know how to calculate the time of pregnancy, so he changed to a simple question.

“When did you and Li Zecheng sleep together?”

Qiao An’s long eyelashes trembled slightly.
“We slept together every day back then.
I don’t know which day it was.”

The smile on Li Xiaoran’s face gradually cooled.

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