Back hall of the auditorium.
Almost all the experts and professors started to furiously attack Li Chuan.
However, Li Chuan remained calm, turned his head to look at Song Lingxiao: "Professor, you are ill."
As soon as these words came out, Song Lingxiao's face slightly changed, his eyes were strange, and the people around showed disdain.
Song Lingxiao: "Kid, saying I'm sick? I think you're the one who's sick!"
Li Chuan: "You've been frail and sickly since childhood, often experiencing pain in your limbs, and when you walk for long periods, your shoulders and back feel like they're being pierced by needles. Now that you're old, this condition has worsened. If you walk a lot, you'll feel dizzy, but sleeping can alleviate these symptoms. You went to major hospitals, consulted many doctors, including yourself, but found no conclusion."
Song Lingxiao: "..."
