She wanted to conduct an examination, but knew it was useless. Lu Bai had a dedicated medical team, composed of top talents in the field. She had met one of them. With so many top doctors maintaining his health, she felt redundant as just a surgeon without a professional license. But doing nothing made her feel really distressed.
Lu Bai handed her a health report, "This is my health report."
Lu Xiaojiu took it half-heartedly. The report indicated Lu Bai had low blood pressure, low blood sugar, early-stage cirrhosis, and other minor sub-health issues. Lu Xiaojiu stared at the glaring word of cirrhosis, "Cirrhosis?"
"This is a report from a year ago; it has improved significantly since then," Lu Bai said. "Besides, it's early-stage, not cancer."
Lu Bai's immunity was extremely poor; he would catch a cold with just a slight chill.
Lu Xiaojiu always worried, yet each time it was lightly brushed aside by Lu Bai.
"Forget it, after all, it's your body, not mine."
