She didn't hear wrong, did she?
Lou Xinrou's heart was in turmoil, her face full of doubt about life and the world.
At this moment, her mind was in a mess, utterly disordered, and she didn't know how to think.
"All right," Qiao Jing exhaled deeply, drew back his hand, and stood up.
"Thank you for your hard work," Zhou Fu handed over a cup of water.
Qiao Jing didn't bother with formalities with Zhou Fu, naturally taking the cup from his hands and taking several gulps.
Lou Xinrou's mouth, already ajar, dropped even wider.
The woman helped the patient to stand and repeatedly thanked Qiao Jing and Zhou Fu.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, and this——"
Looking at Qiao Jing, the woman wasn't sure how to address him.
"Her surname is Qiao," Zhou Fu introduced Qiao Jing.
"Oh, Mr. Qiao, thank you both so much. If it weren't for you, my husband might have already passed away from his illness," the woman said with tearful gratitude.