"Lingzhi, no problem at all!"
Chen Cang was suddenly asked by Tang Ming and was a bit at a loss for how to respond.
"But yesterday you looked really serious, how come today it seems like nothing happened?"
"Who said I'm fine? Because I went to the hospital to get my stomach pumped in time, I barely saved my life. The doctor even said I was close to dying."
Tang Ming spouted nonsense, laughing inwardly at Chen Cang's foolish appearance.
"That really was a close call then."
Chen Cang's face twitched, looking extremely unpleasant.
"Right, Cang, is your hand okay? How did it get infected?"
Tang Ming looked at Chen Cang's bandaged hand, pretending to be concerned as he asked.
"It's fine, I accidentally bit it yesterday while eating pig's trotters."
Chen Cang's face turned red as he shrank his hand back and spoke.
"Oh, I see. By the way, how did I get poisoned yesterday?"
Tang Ming looked at Chen Cang with a sincere expression and asked.
