"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"Aren't your hands sore?" Xiang Yimo countered.
Zhong Lingling glanced at the wall clock and realized she had been massaging Xiang Yimo for a full three hours!
How could they not be sore, her hands were numb for goodness' sake.
"Nonsense, of course they're sore!" Zhong Lingling finally let go of her hands, shook them vigorously, feeling like her hands were almost not her own from the soreness!
"Help me up," Xiang Yimo said.
Truth be told, he felt no different from a healthy person at the moment, but if he didn't want to be caught faking illness, he naturally had to put on an act, even if it were a dying burst of energy; he couldn't just walk around as a healthy person would.
Moreover, what troubled Xiang Yimo the most was that if he didn't die after the doctor had made such a diagnosis, his family would probably start to get suspicious!
