The male student shivered.
What did I do to cause such a fuss? And I don't even dare to ask.
The male student said nervously, "Alright, I'll go to the pharmacy outside to get some medicine. I won't bother you teachers—"
Before he could finish, Li Shouzhong said sternly, "You think it's just a cold, but what if it's pneumonia?"
"...Thank you for your concern, Teacher," the male student said, his face stiffening.
"It could also be acute nephritis," Yan Gui nodded.
"We can't rule out viral encephalitis."
"Don't be scared, classmate. They're just trying to frighten you," a kindly old lady chuckled.
The male student forced a smile that looked worse than tears. "Thank you," he said gratefully.
Who could have expected what came next?
The old lady's eyes burned with intensity. "Young man, do you get recurrent fevers? If so, it might be the early stages of leukemia."
"..."
The 'enthusiastic' concern from the group of old men and women made the male student's face turn pale.
