Quick Wear: I am eager to help others and I love making friends!

Lu Chu lowered his long eyelashes in embarrassment, covering the eager light in his eyes, and secretly modified his own data. No matter how the current medical technology tested, the result was that he was weak and not suitable for "work", but this would not affect his lifespan, and he himself would not feel anything.

As for what Fu Tingshen will do after he leaves?

I've said it before, he doesn't take care of after-sales service.

You can solve your own problems by yourself. At worst, you can perform a medical miracle and use the excuse that you have rested for so long and your body has recovered.

Seeing this, Lin Yu felt uneasy, and the worry in her eyes was about to overflow. She grabbed Luo Chu's fingers and said urgently: "Ting Shen, what happened? Tell mom."

Fu Cheng and Fu Mingxi, father and son, looked at Luo Chu eagerly at the same time.

[Xiaoyi, play some sad music to add some atmosphere.]

Xiaoyi: Okay.

When the sound of suona started, Lu Chu was in a trance for a second, which ruined the expression he had worked so hard to create.

[Change it, it will affect my performance!]

Xiaoyi was startled and immediately switched to a normal heart-wrenching song.

[Ten years ago, I didn’t know you, you didn’t belong to me, and we were still together with a stranger...1]

Lu Chu's face suddenly turned pale. He felt a little overwhelmed by being looked at by three pairs of worried eyes, and he let out a long sigh.

The three people in Fu Cheng were startled and tightened their fingers at the same time. Fu Mingxi, who was anxious, almost jumped up.

"I seem to be sick." Lu Chu's face was confused, like a child who couldn't find the way home. Lin Yu's heart suddenly tightened.

"I went to the hospital for a checkup some time ago, and the doctor said that my body is no longer suitable for high-intensity work, so I may not be able to... This is my checkup report."

Lu Chu said as he handed over the phone in his hand, looking disheartened and lowering his head in despair.

"What?" Lin Yu stiffly took the phone that Lu Chu handed over, and tried hard to distinguish each word, but she could not see anything clearly. The hazy mist obscured her vision, and the thing in her hand seemed to be heavy, and she could not hold it for a moment.

Fu Cheng walked over and took it in time. He read the electronic report from beginning to end with unprecedented seriousness. He didn't know much about medicine, but he could still understand the doctor's conclusion.

Fu Cheng, who was always steady, couldn't help but tear up. How could his eldest son, a gifted child of heaven who was not even thirty years old, become so ill?

Lin Yu eagerly grabbed Fu Cheng's clothes, and trembled with hope, "How is it? Is Ting Shen's body okay?"

Fu Mingxi also rushed over, snatched the phone, and said while reading it: "I said it, two days ago, brother was still full of energy, he could beat ten of me, how could there be something wrong with his body? There is no abnormality found in any of his organs, but his qi and blood are seriously deficient, and all indicators have declined seriously, far below the normal range..."

"What? Something must have gone wrong, brother, let's check it again." Fu Mingxi grabbed Lu Chu's hand and wanted to take him to the hospital.

But he didn't pull it. The two brothers remained in a silent stalemate for a while. Finally, Fu Mingxi was defeated. He sat down dejectedly and wiped away his tears.

At this time, Lin Yu's tears finally fell down, and she hugged Lu Chu and cried inconsolably.

[How is it? Did you record it?]

Lu Chu's happy heartbeat rang out.

Xiaoyi: It’s recorded. The little prince performed really well. They were all fooled.

Lu Chu: It’s me as expected.

An abrupt ringtone rang out, temporarily alleviating the sad atmosphere at the moment. The three of them looked at each other and confirmed that it was Fu Cheng's phone. He looked at the name on the screen, his expression changed slightly, and then he answered the call.

1The lyrics come from Eason Chan's "Ten Years".