"Oh, there are guests today, make more lunch," Mr. Song said towards the back yard.
"Got it," a weary voice responded.
Li Yuzhu couldn't help but look at the girl again.
The girl sat on a small stool in the backyard, back facing them, picking vegetables. Her back was slumped, showing her poor spirits.
"Yu Zhu, is Mr. Song's foot injury serious?" Mu Yuanxiu asked at this moment.
Li Yuzhu came back to her senses, "This is not a common sore, it's caused by another illness."
Mr. Song exclaimed, "Another illness? I am in good health."
Li Yuzhu took out the blood sugar measuring tool and measured Mr. Song's blood sugar.
The result was as she expected, Mr. Song's blood sugar was high.
"Recently, does Mr. Song often feel thirsty, hungry, have frequent urgency to urinate, become increasingly thin, see black spots flying before your eyes, sleep insufficiently and feel very tired, right?" She glanced at the little old man, who was short and his cheeks thinly shaped.
