"Your phone has been ringing several times. Are you going to answer it or not?"
Zhen Fu glanced at the woman and couldn't help but remind her.
The woman snapped out of her daze and absentmindedly retrieved her phone.
Zhen Fu shook his head at this sight.
Whatever the person on the phone said, tears started streaming down the woman's face like a broken string of pearls.
She simply said "Alright" before silently hanging up the phone.
At this moment, Leng Yuan walked over with Shen You'an, informing them that her physical condition wasn't a serious issue—she had sustained a ligament tear in her lower back, but it wouldn't affect her normal life. A week of continuous treatment would suffice.
Zhen Fu let out a sigh of relief.
"This is my business card. If there are any follow-up issues, feel free to contact me."
Shen You'an accepted the business card.
Hengyu Pharmaceutical General Manager, Zhen Fu.
Shen You'an raised her eyebrow slightly.
