"No."
"The doctor told me everything. You dare to lie to me?" Su Yu continued coldly.
"I'm not lying. The doctor doesn't know how to count. I didn't eat six pounds of lychee. I ate much more than that, thank you very much."
"…"
"Why aren't you dead yet?" Su Yu scolded.
"Haha, if I die, you'll be in trouble. The headlines would be 'Jane Doe dies in the private mansion of Su Yu, reasons unknown'. How's that for a title?"
"Shut up!" Su Yu was furious.
"Hey, I'm the patient. Can't you be a little nicer?"
"Nice? Do you deserve my niceness? Let me ask you something. Were you starved in your past life? Have you never had lychee before? Are you from some rural village? Six pounds all at once! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
This was the first time Su Yu had met a woman like this, eating herself all the way into the hospital.