'Lu Xize really needs her…'
'Could this mean Lu Xize's illness has something to do with her?'
Chu Yao's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Wei Ming had already guessed what she was going to say and answered directly, "Ma'am, please don't misunderstand. The cause of Mr. Lu's illness has little to do with you, but you are his cure."
Chu Yao's words caught in her throat, and she said nothing more.
She knew from Lu Xize that Wei Ming had been with him for many years, so Chu Yao didn't doubt his words.
The two of them said no more, and Chu Yao quickly returned to Lu Xize's side.
Lu Xize was already asleep on the bed, still on an IV drip. The doctor, who was sitting not far away, saw Chu Yao enter, gave her a nod, and then turned and walked out.
Chu Yao sat down beside Lu Xize, looking at the man's tightly closed eyes on the bed.
But Wei Ming's earlier words floated back into her mind.
'He's been relying on medication to get by…'
