「The next morning.」
When Dong Yuezhang called, Du Heng was just about to head out. Picking up, he said helplessly, "Don't rush me, I'm on my way."
"Why don't you pick me up then? I won't drive; it's not convenient."
"Are your legs crippled or your hands broken? What's so inconvenient?" Du Heng was speechless at Dong Yuezhang's excuse. "Tell me, what is it? I'm proficient in both internal medicine and bone injuries now, you know. I can fix whatever's wrong with you."
Dong Yuezhang laughed. "Alright, let me be blunt: I just don't want to drive. SIGH. I just want to hitch a ride in your car. Just tell me, yes or no?"
"Then you just wait there."
Although Du Heng expressed reluctance on the phone, he still drove to Dong Yuezhang's house to pick him up.
After getting into the car, Dong Yuezhang immediately sprawled out flat on the passenger seat.
