"Old Lin, what's up?" Dean Lin's wife asked curiously when she saw him put down the girl's phone and start to look at his phone.
"He said he has a difficult-to-treat illness and asked me to take a look. That ghostly girl of yours is giving me a hard time and trying to embarrass me. " Dean Lin glanced at the brief introduction of the illness and said with a frown.
"Both of you are seriously ill. It's still early in the morning. What are you reading the medical records for?" Dean Lin's wife complained,"one of them was nowhere to be seen. When we came back at night, we were already asleep. When we woke up in the morning, he went to work again. You're just playing a game of looking at medical records with a girl. Do you think you're sick?"
"There's no other way. Young people always have to suffer. " Dean Lin had long been used to this kind of thing.
