Lu Yaohua's pupils constricted as if he had been struck by lightning. He froze in his position. Why? He had asked the doctor before, but the doctor always said some professional terms, causing him to not understand at all. In the end, he even comforted himself. It must be that taking medicine was bad for the body. It might even worsen, so he was unwilling to give it to him.
But now, Lu Ming had casually asked the question. Wasn't this telling him that there was a problem? He stared at the phone in Zhou Feng's hand as if he wanted to poke a hole in it! His eyes were bloodshot as he said, "It's you, right?"
He stood up. If not for the glass window between them, he would have attacked!
"Lu Ming! Is it you?!"
