Lin Mu drooped his face, looking helpless, and said, "Also, will it kill you to stop undermining me for a while?"
"Oh please, you don't even have a stage to stand on, do you really need me to tear it down?"
"..."
"Hah, young man, thank you for your kindness." At this moment, Luo Chenghai spoke up, "Unfortunately, this illness of mine is a chronic ailment, I've already missed the best treatment period. I've seen many famous doctors, but none could help, and as it drags on, even having surgery in the United States doesn't offer hope of recovery..."
"It's fine, there's still time, no harm in taking a look!" Lin Mu felt it was necessary to make his presence felt in front of Sophie, so he immediately curled his lips into a smile, moved a small round stool, sat in front of Luo Chenghai, grasped his slightly atrophied calf, and softly kneaded it, "By the way, Uncle, what did those famous doctors say?"
