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"Miss Dong."
Fang Zheng answered the phone, his tone filled with helplessness:
"This is the last time. Stop calling me."
"I already know what you told me. If the Zheng Family wants me to treat the illness, they can come to me. I'll be in Qing Province for a while."
He doesn't use his phone often, usually keeping it in his storage pouch, only taking it out when necessary.
In the past two months, Dong Lin has called three times a day without a break. Every time he took out his phone, he saw her missed calls.
The matter is simple.
The Zheng Family's daughter is ill, and they want Fang Zheng to treat her.
Old Cui also mentioned this in a text, and Fang Zheng agreed, but he wasn't interested in going to the Capital City or Hai Province, so he told them to come to Qing Province to find him.
"I'm really sorry."
Dong Lin's voice carried an apologetic tone, speaking softly:
"Daoist, how long will you be staying in Qing Province?"
