1635. An unqualified Mrs. Lu

Qiaoxu didn't object. If domestic examinations couldn't find anything, maybe foreign ones could reveal the reason. At least she could know what exactly happened to her.

But even though she thought this way, she didn't hold much hope.

Nowadays, there wasn't a huge gap between domestic and foreign medical levels, especially in the hospitals she had visited, which had very complete medical equipment.

Moreover, the professional level of doctors might not be much worse than that of American doctors. If there really was a problem, it would be impossible for it to go undetected domestically.

However, checking again abroad was still a hope, so Qiaoxu didn't object.

Seeing Qiaoxu agreeing so easily, Lu Moqing let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, his mobile phone rang. It was Jiang Hao who called.

"President, something has happened."

Jiang Hao's voice sounded somewhat strange.

"What happened?"

"I sent it to your mobile phone. Have a look."

"Hmm."