Three people headed toward Mr. Lu's hospital room together.
On the way, Chu Yanshen inquired, "Is Mr. Yun still doing well?"
"His condition is very good," Fang Panxia replied. She was wearing a white lab coat, and since returning to China this time, she had been working at this hospital. Currently, with both hands in her pockets, she spoke warmly, "The special medicine is very effective. It has already undergone animal trials abroad, and we've also selected a dozen people for testing. I think it's no problem to prolong Mr. Yun's life for another five years, Brother Shen. You don't have to worry."
Chu Yanshen responded with a detached attitude, "Hmm."
Then he turned to Lu Cheng beside him, "How's the old man doing?"
Lu Cheng sighed helplessly, "He's doing great. He even called me this morning to rush me into getting married, his voice so loud and resounding that it almost made my ears ring."
Chu Yanshen advised, "Show some respect to the elderly."
"...I know," Lu Cheng replied.
