His voice came from behind Gong Shirao, and she inexplicably felt a chill she couldn't quite describe.
Gong Shirao still wanted to pretend she couldn't hear.
But, Zhan Nanjue called out again.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave when you see me?"
It was unclear whether this question was directed at Yan Ziyan or Gong Shirao.
Quickly, he wheeled himself closer.
Seeing this, Yan Ziyan wanted to help him, but was held back by Gong Shirao.
"Mr. Zhan looks fine. I see he doesn't need to be in a wheelchair anymore. You might just end up getting in his way."
Zhan Nanjue's movements stiffened slightly, then he said to her, "Why do you run when you see me?"
"Gong Shirao, I'm asking you again."
Gong Shirao was addressed directly, her body stiffened slightly, then she said, "Mr. Zhan, you must be joking. I'm a doctor, I'm very busy. Doesn't matter who I see, I have to be busy."
