Out of Control

Shen Ranxin asked worriedly, "Teacher Fang, you really don't look well. Do you need to ask the director for leave and go to the hospital?"

Fang Yu held his stomach and frowned. Seeming to recall something, his expression turned even worse. He waved a hand. "It's an old problem. Don't worry."

Shen Ranxin nodded, but still left Fang Yu's manager a message, telling her to keep an eye on Fang Yu's health.

After eating, Shen Ranxin stayed with Fang Yu for a while before Fang Yu's manager hurried over. She lowered her head and spoke to Fang Yu about something for a few moments, and Fang Yu pressed his lips together and nodded.

The manager straightened up and said to Shen Ranxin, "Thank you for caring about our Fang Yu, Teacher Shen. I'll take him to the hospital right away."

Shen Ranxin stood as well. "It's nothing. It's only right. Is there anything you need my help with?"

The manager hesitated, as though she wanted to say something, but Fang Yu ultimately stopped her.

She could only give Shen Ranxin a helpless look and say, "No need. Sorry for troubling you. Where are you going? How about I have someone drive you there?"

Shen Ranxin nodded. "Sure. I'm going to the Anomaly Management Center. It isn't far from the hospital, so it's on the way."

Fang Yu got into the car with Shen Ranxin. Throughout the ride, Fang Yu's manager kept looking at Fang Yu through the rearview mirror with an expression of utter disappointment.

Shen Ranxin leaned closer and asked quietly, "What exactly is wrong with you? Are you really okay? The way your manager is looking at you, it's like you've been diagnosed with a terminal illness."

A faint fragrance drifted from Fang Yu's body, like the scent