Listening to Guan Yu's remark, Mr. Zhao nodded with a quick laugh and said, "I'll arrange it now, that's it!"

Old Zhao walked out of the ward with his stick happily. He should arrange the bodyguards around him to arrange the meals.

Guan Yu, sitting in a chair beside the bed, looked at Zhao Jinger embarrassingly and said in a helpless whisper, "Sister, I'm just trying to treat you!" You're sick in the heart. There's nothing you can do about it. My Qigong can only be treated by sticking to the lesion.

"En..." Zhao Jinger was a little annoyed at Guan Yu, but when he saw Guan Yu's active explanation,...