"Hello."
Ye Fei answered the phone and casually replied, waiting for the person on the other end to speak.
"Ye Fei, can we sit down and talk?"
Zhao Jinlong's voice came through the phone, sounding somewhat weak.
Hearing this, Ye Fei couldn't help but snort in disdain.
"What's there to talk about? I'm busy right now, hanging up."
Zhao Jinlong had never expected that Ye Fei would refuse even to speak with him and was about to hang up the phone directly.
"Wait, give me a few minutes. I'm calling you because I have a matter to discuss. I know you are highly skilled in medicine, you can cure me, right?"
Ye Fei almost laughed out loud.
He really hadn't thought about this.
Zhao Jinlong actually had the gall to call him personally and ask for his help.
"Mr. Zhao, you're not wrong. My medical skills are indeed not bad, but I think I'll pass on saving you. From the way you're speaking, you seem perfectly fine to me."
At this moment, Zhao Jinlong felt like he might as well be dead.