The next day, Tong Lu woke up slowly. She looked like she had nothing to lose. She raised her hand and pinched her face. She treated it as a free full-body SPA.
She pressed her forehead again. Her fever had subsided, but she didn't dare to make a decision whether it was because of the fever medicine or something else.
Was he a Divine Doctor or not? She really hoped that he was. That way, perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope for her to fall into the despair of aids?
Her mood fluctuated, and she couldn't come up with an answer no matter how hard she tried. She could only force herself to empty her mind, get up, wash up, and quickly put on her clothes and leave the room.
In the living room, Shanshan and Lan Ting were having breakfast Under Secretary Yu's care. She lowered her eyes, looking a little embarrassed.
Secretary Yu smiled at her and pulled out a chair for her. "Good Morning, miss Tong."
"Good Morning," she said.