Fang Cheng had been pretending to be sick lately and couldn't go anywhere.
Chris called in several doctors, but in the end, they all left shaking their heads and sighing.
The doctors thought, We can't expose someone who's faking an illness. We might as well say nothing, shake our heads, and leave. That way, we won't offend anyone!
Chris thought he really was dying and took it upon herself to care for him. She even fed him his meals by hand!
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't gotten angry with you, you wouldn't have ended up like this!"
As she spoke, Chris burst into tears.
Fang Cheng thought, Someone save me! Tang Shiba, help! Chang Hua and those doctors have screwed me over!
"Here, open up. This is a limited-edition supplement. I heard it can work miracles. Don't give up on yourself. I believe you'll get better someday!"
With tears in his eyes, Fang Cheng swallowed the unidentified substance. The instant it entered his mouth, his expression changed, and he retched it back up.
What the hell is this? Why does it taste as awful as Chinese herbal medicine?
The sight of him unable to keep it down pierced Chris's heart. Her smile looked worse than crying. "Fang Cheng, tell me your final wishes. I'll make sure they come true!"
Fang Cheng's eyes lit up. "First, I want proper food. You can ban that stuff in your hands for good. Second, call Tang Shiba for me. She knows how to cure me!"
At the mention of Tang Shiba, Chris's expression soured. "You're practically dying, and she's still the one you're thinking about. Fang Cheng, what exactly am I to you?"
Fang Cheng felt helpless. "Chris, I always thought of you as a good buddy. Then you told me you