After a slight pause, Sun Jiaxiang continued, "Moreover, I have a worry that Fatty Luo's intention might be to use the sanatorium issue to hold you back, preventing your summer plans from being fully implemented, thereby affecting your end-of-year registration and selection."
Sun Jiaxiang's analysis made sense, but Du Heng shook his head directly, "Sir Sun, I've already decided, as long as Fatty Luo calls, I'll definitely go."
Listening to Sun Jiaxiang on the other end of the phone, taking a heavy breath and about to start talking again, Du Heng spoke once more, "Sir Sun, it's not that I'm arrogant, as long as it's not a definite fatal illness, as long as I dare to go, there will certainly be a way.
Even if it's a fatal illness, I can let the patient breathe a few more days.
I want Fatty Luo's little trick this time to become my stepping stone."
Sun Jiaxiang's breathing suddenly became heavier.
Du Heng's level of skill, he was clear about it.
