Dr. Zheng had a bitter smile on his face. "Young Master Peary, no matter how familiar we are with each other, I still have my dignity. Being on call whenever you summon me is one thing, but this... this is like you're crying wolf just for kicks!"
Uh, that's not right. The 'crying wolf' story involved Lilian. Young Master Peary is all alone, so who is he putting on this show for?
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"
Maxwell Peary frowned. He'd always found Dr. Zheng quite nimble before; could it be that he'd gotten old?
If Dr. Zheng heard Maxwell Peary's thoughts, he'd probably cough up three basins of blood. He was only in his early thirties, just a few years older than Young Master Peary, yet in the CEO's eyes, he was already old...
Maxwell Peary led the way back into the room and went to the bedside. Looking at Nia Mitchell on the bed, her eyes wide and round, he suddenly felt his heart settle.
"She has a fever, come check."
