After a meaningful glance at He Zhilan's lips, Bian Muhe shook with laughter. Waving the report in his hand, he said, "I had them expedite this report! Not bad, He Teng, your body is incredibly resilient! You're recovering much faster than any of us doctors anticipated! If you continue at this rate, I guarantee you'll be back to your old self in two or three months!"
"Brother, Bian Muhe means you're fine!" Even though she already knew the outcome, He Zhilan was still very excited. With a smile on her face, she triumphantly said, "I told you my words are golden, didn't I? I said you would be fine, and so you are!"
"I haven't seen any golden words, but I did notice your sausage lips!" Chen Yun, a master of teasing at the right moments, said this and caused He Zhilan's head to bow in disappointment. She even touched her lips before she spoke again, this time covering her mouth with her hand.