Seeing how sad her father was, Gu Jiaojiao tried to comfort him. "Dad, Uncle Geng's health isn't that bad. If he recuperates properly, living for a few more years won't be a problem."
"Really? Ruixian, did you hear that? Jiaojiao says your illness isn't incurable yet!"
"Jiaojiao… don't push yourself too hard for my sake. I know my own condition!"
"Professor Gu? Professor Gu, are you there?" the farm manager called, knocking on the door.
"I'm inside. Please, come in." Mr. Gu's voice was perfectly calm, as if he wasn't the one who had been so emotional just moments ago.
Gu Jiaojiao had already drawn the blood. Seeing someone come in, she gave a brief nod and headed out.
"Professor Gu, is there anything you need help with?" the manager asked, his voice filled with excitement.
They had just pried information from the driver and learned that the people who arrived today were all of high status.
