Wu Mengting came over and sat next to Chen Feng, speaking in their hometown dialect, "I still don't believe you're ill. Whenever you say, let's go to the hospital again for a thorough check."
"Is that really necessary?" Chen Feng frowned and retorted. He was really averse to visiting the hospital now.
"It's necessary. Just consider it as letting me give up completely."
"If we go to the hospital and it's confirmed again that I have a terminal illness, will you stop being my girlfriend?" Chen Feng looked at her somewhat surprised.
"Of course not," Wu Mengting quickly shook her head. "If you really have a terminal illness and only have a few months left, I won't mind you keeping mistresses anymore. Otherwise, after we start dating, you must break off relations with Sun and another mistress."
"Haven't you given me three months?"
"That's based on the premise that you really have a terminal illness."
"Is it really necessary?"
