Hearing these words, both Mu Jingheng and Ning Zitong felt a simultaneous heaviness in their hearts.
Ning Zitong even raised a hand to touch her chest, her heartbeat already slightly accelerated.
"Dean Lu, please tell me, I, I can handle it!"
"Wait, don't say it yet!"
Mu Jingheng interrupted, feeling something was amiss.
"Ah Tong, you go out first."
"Why should I go out?"
"Your heart isn't good, in case…"
"If you don't let me know now, I'll feel even worse!"
Ning Zitong insisted firmly, turning to look at Dean Lu.
"Dean Lu, tell me! I can handle it!"
"Alright."
Dean Lu nodded, handing the test results to Mu Jingheng and Ning Zitong.
"This is Young Master Qian's blood test report."
Ning Zitong read it over but still felt confused.
"Dean Lu, just tell me directly, what's wrong with Shaoqian? Is he ill? What illness?"
"It's blood cancer."
"...What! Blood cancer!"
