All of a sudden, Cheng Xi’s phone rang. But instead of alleviating the tension between the two, her crisp ringtone only made the atmosphere even more oppressive.

Cheng Xi didn’t pick up the call. She tried her hardest to ignore the tension emanating off of Lu Chenzhou by looking at him straightforwardly without any intent of deflection. “Do you have any particular misgivings against doctors?”

“Misgivings? Is it a misgiving to rightfully deny that I am ill?” Lu Chenzhou’s voice was steeped in disdain and an indistinct anger when he replied. “If being aloof is truly an illness, then how many people in the world are currently suffering from this incurable disease?”

Clearly, he was quite self-aware and even unexpectedly logical about his own situation. Cheng Xi was even starting to doubt her own diagnosis.

She didn’t intend to argue...