Wu Qiong murmured an acknowledgment, then continued, "The Zhang Family is vengeful, and Zhang Zhicheng is likely not to give up easily. You should prepare in advance!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Nan's lips curled into a disdainful smile: "I'm very curious to see what kind of tricks that old guy has!"
Wu Qiong lay on the bed, shifting her body slightly with a hint of discomfort flashing across her face: "Doctor Chen, can you help me turn over? I've been lying here so long that I feel like my back is getting prickly heat."
"Sure!" Chen Nan readily agreed to Wu Qiong's plea, assisting her in turning over from lying down flat to lying on her side.
"Doctor Chen, could you check if there's any prickly heat on my back?" Wu Qiong's expression appeared somewhat pained, feeling a sensation akin to needles piercing her skin.
Chen Nan lifted the clothes from her back.
In an instant, tiny red spots the size of millet came into view, densely packed and alarming to the eye.
