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Yu Zexiao rushed to the hospital in a panic, then headed straight to Yu Feng's office on the fifth floor. He didn't even check if there were patients inside before barging in.
"Xiaofeng..."
"Uncle, wait a moment."
Yu Feng sent the patients and their family members from the office away before standing up to take Yu Zexiao down to the first floor.
"Let's get a CT scan first to see the extent of its development. Uncle, try not to worry."
"Not worried, not worried."
Yu Feng turned and glanced at him, thinking to himself, If you're not worried, then why are you shaking?
His uncle was the typical good-looking but brainless type, easy to fool.
He was already forty-five years old, yet he dressed like a young man—a bright red T-shirt accentuating his handsome face which was even more attractive than that of a popular movie star, blue jeans, broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs.
