After speaking, Teng Guihua realized her error and quickly covered up by saying, "I'm just asking, just asking."
A fleeting look of joy on her face caught by Yang Ping, perhaps his observational skills were more enhanced than average thanks to his training with System Space.
Did he see it wrong? His patient's condition was worsening, yet instead of worrying, even crying, why was her mother a bit happy?
"I'll help!" Teng Guihua squeezed to the bedside to massage Fang Xiaoyun's legs.
Chang Juan, a colleague of Fang Xiaoyun, moved aside a little, revealing a look of disgust. She thought, a weasel paying a visit to a chicken surely had no good intentions.
But after all, it was Fang Xiaoyun's mother, and this time she had not asked for money, but merely came to visit her daughter. As a colleague, there was not much she could say.
The mother, dressed quite fashionably, wearing heavy lipstick, perfume so strong you could smell it through the mask.
