Wang Jie tried with all his might to push Zhang Jianing off him, but those pale, delicate shoulders were clamped tightly around his neck.
"Brother Wang Jie, please, please save me. If not for you, I might die," Zhang Jianing pleaded.
"What do your family's illnesses have to do with me? And what could I possibly do to help?" Wang Jie countered.
"Of course, it's only you who can cure me," she affirmed.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Jie felt completely numb.
What did she mean by that? There was no need to guess; it was already clear.
"Are you suggesting that I can cure your illness?" Wang Jie questioned.
"And it involves..." he trailed off.
At that moment, Wang Jie felt a bit exasperated. What the hell kind of situation was this?
It all felt so surreal, like a dream. He'd had physical check-ups before, he'd been examined.
Something wasn't right...