The female health worker smiled and shook her head, saying, "Comrade, that will be one yuan twenty."
Lin Lu: "!!!"
So expensive?
Complaining inwardly, he promptly and decisively paid the money.
After waiting for a while at the entrance of the health station, a green vehicle sped towards them.
It then stopped not far from the health station.
Gu Yingzhou got out of the car and opened the passenger door.
"Uncle, did everything go smoothly?"
Lin Lu's arm, where he had gotten the injection, hadn't moved at all. Once reminded, the spot where the needle had poked started to throb faintly again.
Struggling to maintain his dignity as the future father-in-law, he forced a smile and said, "It's fine, not a big deal at all."
The next second, he changed the subject.
"How is the comrade who was sent to the hospital?"
Gu Yingzhou fell silent for a moment, a look of regret flashing in his eyes.
His voice was slightly heavy, "...he was sent too late."