What did the doctor say? — Qingqing.
Old Meng said I look healthy and glowing, no worries, and applied some medicinal oil on me. — Shen Jue.
Could he be an incompetent doctor? Just judging by your appearance to conclude you're fine? — Qingqing.
His character is questionable, but his medical skills are acceptable. — Shen Jue.
... — Qingqing.
With what you said, I feel even less assured. — Qingqing.
Don't worry, nothing's wrong. — Shen Jue.
Let Lin Bufan sleep in the guest room tonight, sleep with your door open, and call Lin Bufan if anything happens. — Qingqing.
Shen Jue agreed.
It was already late, and Rong Qingqing would be busy the next morning, so Shen Jue didn't speak much more with Rong Qingqing before saying goodnight again.
When Shen Jue returned to the living room, Lin Bufan was on the phone with Rong Qingqing, who was talking about Lin Bufan staying tonight to keep an eye on Shen Jue.
