Fu Chenxuan received a call from Uncle Peter two days before Brother Hao's surgery.
"Uncle Peter, are you joking with me?" Fu Chenxuan couldn't believe what Peter had told him. Brother Hao seemed perfectly healthy, how could he need surgery all of a sudden?
On the other end of the phone, Peter rolled his eyes, "Do I look like someone who would joke about this? Believe it or not, I've told you anyway." If Peter didn't know he was Fu Chenxuan's friend, he wouldn't have bothered to make the effort. Peter and Uncle Allen were actually similar people, very cold-blooded. Uncle Allen cared about Shen Qinglan and Shen Qinglan's children, while Peter genuinely cared about Uncle Allen and his medical research. Fu Chenxuan was another consideration, since Peter had watched him grow up since he was a child, so there was some affection there.
"How is his condition?" Fu Chenxuan asked in a grave tone. This news was too sudden, and he had not yet returned to his senses.
