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Lao Hu's condition is not good, he looks listless, with a needle in the back of his left hand, and a bag of IV fluid hanging on the stand beside him, about two-thirds done.
However, Hu Shangke told Chen Yan that after this bag is finished, there is another one.
"Old Chen, I really trouble you. You see, I'm sick, and you purposely came to visit me... No doubt, our friendship as old classmates, you treat me so well, if you ever need anything, just say the word, I'll be there!"
Hu Shangke sat there, staring at Chen Yan, pale-faced, expressing his gratitude.
Looking at his weak appearance, his face is pale with a hint of blue — as if something has drained his Yang Qi.
Chen Yan frowned at him: "How did you end up like this?"
Hu Shangke shook his head: "I don't know either. In the late night to early morning, I felt uncomfortable in my sleep, but I was so groggy I just forced myself to continue sleeping.
