Outside the operating room of a certain hospital in nagazaki city.
"Zhao Yu, you've caught a cold?" "Are you alright?" Li Jing asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, Achoo ..." Zhao Yu quickly took out a tissue to block his nose. Although he was a tough guy, he still couldn't stand the high temperature of 38 degrees, so he looked a little dispirited.
Previously, he had searched the entire device bar of the system, but there was no device that could resist fever or cure the cold. There seemed to be only an invisible sleeping pill among the drugs.
"Aren't you in the hospital?" Li Jing said,"why don't you let the doctor take a look at you? If you feel that communication isn't good, then let my people help you!"
"No, no need, it's fine ... It's not a serious illness!" Zhao Yu glanced at the two Secret Service agents standing at the door of the operating room.