"Wasn't it thanks to you?" Guan Kunling said, "No matter what you wear, it makes me want to vomit."
"Is that so." Lu Chi nonchalantly leaned in closer, whispering, "Where's my gun?"
"Killed someone." In a voice only the two of them could hear.
"No wonder. They never came back." Lu Chi carelessly replied, "Your business here is really good. Kunling, I don't think you're suited to this kind of public exposure. Many of them aren't here to see you for treatment; they're here just to look at you. You should be like a flower, kept in a greenhouse."
"What does it matter to you, how I am?" Guan Kunling indifferently let go of his hand, "You're not sick, next please."
"I am sick." Lu Chi insisted, refusing to leave.
Guan Kunling grabbed a piece of paper and picked up a pen nearby. This pen was given to her by Tian Sangsang. She was used to writing with a brush, and found it quite awkward to use at first.
"Take your medicine and leave."
