"Her condition is really dangerous."
"Of course,"
"Well, how long has it been?"
"About more than a month."
"Have you been enduring it like this all along?"
"At first it was fine, but later… I didn't expect it to develop like this."
"Are there many similar patients in Mexico over there?"
"Well… there are many."
"So, are there any people who have recovered now?"
"Huh?"
When Zhou Mo Sen saw Esmeralda's condition, he immediately showed his doctor's traits.
His tone and attitude turned cold, as if he was not familiar with Owen at all.
Yet this attitude of Zhou Mo Sen strangely put Owen at ease.
That's how doctors are, that's how it feels when he goes to the hospital.
But what should be done with Esmeralda in front of him?
Zhou Mo Sen's question was strange, why was he asking about others?
Owen was confused for a moment, his eyes were full of bewilderment.
Zhou Mo Sen certainly understood why he was like this; if they were in a hospital, he wouldn't need to explain more.
