Lin Jie sat in the back seat of the Phaeton, his maintained cold expression vanished without a trace.
He leaned back in the chair, unable to conceal the pain on his face, and silently asked, "Sister Lanruo, how do you cope with things like the little raindrop?"
After a moment of silence, Shen Lanruo's voice finally sounded, "There is no special way, you just have to slowly get used to it. Lin Jie, you need to understand, we are just doctors, not gods."
"There are many things beyond our control."
This answer was within Lin Jie's expectations, and he could only sigh.
At this moment, his hand accidentally touched the left pocket of his jacket, feeling some small hard objects.
He took them out casually, they were a few tablets of anti-rejection medication wrapped in a small sealed bag.
Lin Jie hadn't taken the anti-rejection medication for more than a month now.
These tablets were carried with him just in case.
