"Xiaozhi, this is Zhong Lixue. Are you available to talk on the phone right now?" Zhong Lixue stood at the entrance of the sickroom, asking with her phone in hand.
Tang Anzhi's grip on her phone tightened momentarily before loosening slightly, then she spoke in a cool tone, "What is it?"
There's a magnetic field between people, no matter how pitiable or sympathetic Zhong Lixue was, or how praiseworthy for her strength—Tang Anzhi only felt a repelling force with her.
A person who once elicited this feeling from her had reappeared after a long time...
"Xiaozhi, I... I might be causing you trouble, but I really have no other choice. My little sister has been making a fuss in the hospital, insisting on seeing Dad and refuses to cooperate with the doctors' examinations. Being so agitated will increase the load on her heart, which is not good for the surgery. I... have an impolite request, could you get Azheng to come to the hospital?" Zhong Lixue's voice was tinged with urgency.
