"Is it done?" Feng Lingxue frowned, "Wasn't it said to require five hundred thousand?"
Zhan Yun opened his mouth as he found this matter not a secret to himself, but since he had promised the Han Family to keep his acupuncture technique confidential, he couldn't let others know about it.
So Zhan Yun said, "Misdiagnosis."
"Misdiagnosis?" Feng Lingxue turned her head to look at Xia Qu.
Xia Qu hastily nodded, "Yes, yes, misdiagnosis! An'an just had a minor illness."
Feng Lingxue snorted, "If it's a misdiagnosis, then why leave Zhan Yun's phone number with the hospital?"
"I..." Xia Qu could only dodge the question, "Well...the weather is nice today."
Feng Lingxue then glanced over An'an's entire body, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, all these brand-name goods were clearly genuine, especially An'an's clothes, a limited edition luxury brand that even Feng Lingxue found difficult to purchase. Where did these things come from?
