She stared at him with a distressed expression, "I'm sick..."
He was taken aback, "Is it your chronic condition acting up again? Didn't wear a mask? Didn't I tell you not to be careless..."
"No." Tu Hengsha interrupted immediately, feeling that if she didn't stop him, he would keep nagging.
"Then what's the matter?" His tone softened a bit, "What did the doctor say? Is it serious?"
Tu Hengsha's eyes twinkled, and she said, "Congenital hypoplasia of adipose tissue with fibrous septa deficiency..."
He was dumbfounded for a moment, "What kind of disease is that? Never heard of it..."
She then closed the video call.
Now he was really anxious, sending video calls one after another, which she didn't answer, followed by a series of phone calls.
Even Hao Ren, next to her, couldn't stand it any longer and reminded her, "Come on, just stop messing with him. Poor Mr. Su is still injured!"
Just as he finished speaking, Hao Ren's phone rang.
