Xun Wu's eyes flickered with worry, "Boss, go check yourself at the hospital. Getting treatment while bringing him down won't delay anything. It's been two months, and your health is getting worse."
"If it's benign, surgery should fix it."
Jiang Nanshu couldn't suppress another cough, "I've been checked, it's malignant, no point now."
Xun Wu raised his hand to rub his eyes, "Oh, man, you just had to run into this kind of bad luck."
"I've been lucky before, look at all the money I've made, it's all thanks to good fortune," Jiang Nanshu retorted, dissatisfied.
Xun Wu snorted, "What's the use of making so much money if you can't take it with you?"
Jiang Nanshu glanced at him lightly, "Then I might as well benefit mankind."
"Everyone says good people don't live long, and misfortunes last a thousand years. It seems you're not quite evil enough," Xun Wu analyzed.
Jiang Nanshu couldn't be bothered to respond.
In the blink of an eye, Beijing entered deep autumn.
