"Fan Shaoming, are you sure you're still alive?" Jiang Yi chuckeled mischievously over the phone, knowing Fan Shaoming for so many years, this was the first time Fan Shaoming had lost control. If he didn't take the opportunity to tease him, Jiang Yi felt he would be letting Fan Shaoming's late-night call go to waste. "Do you need me to call 120 for emergency rescue for you? Should I also contact all the medical experts to study you as a specimen, since with a fever of one hundred degrees and still alive, you'd definitely set a world record for fever."
"Shut up!" Fan Shaoming's face turned an ugly shade of green from his friend's teasing.
Jiang Yi had no concept of stopping while he was ahead and continued to laugh unabashedly.
Fan Shaoming coolly ordered, "I want the results in ten minutes, or else you'll be traveling around the world starting tomorrow."