Carlos changed the topic. "Come on, let me check on your body."
With that, he placed his hand on Jordy's pulse.
Carlos was young and promising. Although he had millions and millions of assets waiting to be taken over, he only liked to engage in medical skills. He opened his private hospital, which was overcrowded.
Jordy didn't move. George's attitude had been so casual, but now it turned severe. He looked straight at Carlos as if he was worried.
Carlos's initially calm eyes darkened at this moment. In the end, he directly let go of his.
Jordy pursed his lips and said nothing.
George couldn't help but say. "You're always so cold. Can't you smile and make me happy??!"
Carlos's face turned solemn as he knitted his brows. "The best I can do is give you another year of life; if you don't get it right, you're bound to relapse."
The expression on George's face changed. "One year?! There's only one year left?!"