As she spoke, she reached out to open the door and walked out, "Let’s go."
Lu Moqing gave her a cold glance, his face expressionless as he walked beside her. As the two approached the elevator entrance, Lu Moqing’s body suddenly wobbled a few tis, quite noticeably and almost collided with Qiao Xu standing beside him.
Qiao Xu instinctively reached out to support him, her brow furrowed with concern, "What’s wrong?"
"I suddenly feel a little dizzy."
Lu Moqing’s hand rested on Qiao Xu’s slim shoulder, and half his body weight was pushing down on her.
Qiao Xu was worried about the blow to his head, and as she held him tightly, she frowned and said, "It’s probably a mild concussion, I should take you to the hospital."
"No need, there’s a dical room in the hotel, and I don’t want to go too far."
Qiao Xu was also concerned about Lu Moqing’s condition and knew that the equipnt of this seven-star hotel was so astonishingly advanced.
They even had professional private doctors, and famous general practitioners in the dical field.
So, Qiao Xu didn’t insist and could only accompany Lu Moqing to the so-called "dical room" behind the hotel.
This so-called "dical room" was actually a dedicated dical building located behind the hotel, connected to each hotel corridor, making it very convenient for ergencies.
Not only that, the building also contained various advanced dical equipnt, even to the point of being called a small hospital.
Even though Qiao Xu ca from a distinguished background, she couldn’t help but admire the extravagance of the hotel owner.
"Mr. Lu, please co this way."
The doctor on duty led Lu Moqing into the CT room, "Please lie down, Mr. Lu. I’ll do a brain scan for you."
After the scan, the doctor looked at the results and said to Lu Moqing, "Mr. Lu, don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong. It’s mainly the external wound that needs attention, and there’s no serious problem. Just go ho and rest properly."
"Really, there’s no problem?"
Lu Moqing’s eyes narrowed, exuding a hint of danger for so reason.
The doctor was taken aback and didn’t understand why Lu Moqing seed unhappy with the result. He could only pretend to check the CT images again and said, "There really is no issue."
"There is."
Lu Moqing uttered the words in a determined tone, standing up from the chair, looking down at the doctor with an aura that brooked no opposition, "Moderate concussion with intermittent dizziness, and even vomiting."
The doctor was astonished and couldn’t understand why this influential person wanted to complicate his own condition. However, whatever the big boss said was true, so that should be correct, right?
Lu Moqing was already walking towards the outside of the CT room, and the doctor followed closely behind him. Qiao Xu was waiting outside, and as soon as she saw him co out, she hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What’s the result? How is it?"
Lu Moqing turned to look at the doctor, suddenly revealing a smile that made the doctor shudder. When the big boss didn’t smile, it was fine, but when he did, it was rather creepy.
He glanced at Qiao Xu, and in an instant, he understood why the big boss insisted on claiming he was sick.
Yes, he indeed was ill, and not lightly so.
"It’s like this, Mr. Lu’s injury is quite serious - moderate concussion, accompanied by intermittent dizziness and vomiting. It’s best for him to lie down and rest as much as possible, and not move about too much."
The doctor now dutifully and seriously recited nonsense to Qiao Xu, and Dr. Qiao, who had not seen the CT result, simply believed it.
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