"I think your brain is just water, you should throw in some tea leaves and let it steep instead."
Shi Huaifeng strolled for a while, then suddenly said, "I have to see the Medical Officer, Hongle, let's talk tomorrow."
Le Yuxin asked curiously, "Why do you need to see the Medical Officer?"
"Nothing major, just a little illness," he replied blandly.
At this moment, everyone—yes, everyone, including Qin Yueshi—knew that Shi Huaifeng had hemorrhoids.
The Glorious people were nearly immune to all illnesses; the word "sickness" barely existed in their dictionary, but Dongyang was close to the East Sea, where the cuisine was mostly seafood, the climate muggy and hot, the flavors spicy, and Shi Huaifeng was always sitting and calculating, handling business like a true career man. And the one pain that cell-division enhancement could not heal, might even make worse, was just this one.
Besides, everyone had keenly noticed that ever since he walked in, Shi Huaifeng hadn't sat down once.
