Xu Xiangbei couldn't help but take a few more glances. Being stared at by Xu Xiangbei, Lu Xiaomei shyly lowered her head, a blush spreading across her face like ink on paper.
Her voice, however, made Xu Xiangbei frown slightly, buzzing with dialect: "Dr. Xu, why are you staring at me? Go check on my dad; I don't need your check-up. It's my dad who wants you to see him."
Prompted by Lu Xiaomei, Xu Xiangbei finally looked at the bed.
A tall, over-fifty-year-old man lay there. Though his hair was completely white, his complexion sallow, and his face quite wrinkled, his eyes were bright and his expression stern.
His face was exactly like the Lu siblings', clearly making him the current sect leader of the Lu Family Fist, Lu Zhigang.
Seeing Lu Zhigang looking at him with suspicion, Xu Xiangbei was displeased; if not for your son and daughter's persistent requests, I wouldn't even bother with you.
