After eating two slices of icy watermelon, Lu Jiaxin's restlessness subsided a bit. Zong Shimeng had a popsicle, the kind that many people in the future would reminisce about as the old-fashioned kind.
Having finished the watermelon, Lu Jiaxin asked with puzzlement, "Sister Shimeng, yesterday I asked Nie Zhan to inquire with my brother-in-law, but he actually didn't know which hotel you were staying at. Sister Shimeng, are you and he having a conflict?"
"He didn't want me to come to the Forty-nine City, saying the doctors here are not as good as those in Hong Kong, and that it would be a joke if it got out that I'd come this far for medical care."
Based on what Lu Jiaxin knew about her, it wouldn't be enough to cause a conflict with Hu Zhifeng: "Sister Shimeng, is there something else?"
