"It's nothing serious, just too much stress that needs some adjustment," Chuxia sighed. "Mikang took Dad to see Raorao today."
"Go ahead," Jing Zhe waved his hand. "Uncle Zhou does need to make some adjustments. He's been carrying this burden for so many years; it's time to let it go, Chuxia, you should persuade him more. These years, Uncle Zhou has actually been more tired than anyone else."
"I know, I've also told Mikang the same thing," Chuxia waved her hand again, but before she could leave, she saw the man who had missed the appointment earlier running towards her with a woman in his arms, both covered in sweat. From a distance, he opened his mouth wide, trying to shout, but couldn't utter a word.
"I'll get the cart."
As Chuxia ran off, the man became desperate and finally yelled: "No! Don't go! Doctor! Help! Save a life!" Each phrase was screamed out loud.
At that moment, Jing Zhe reached his side, nodded at him, and commanded, "Give her to me!"
