Betty frowned, "Why don't you call a doctor? Mr. Lewis, you're not feeling well, are you?"
Calvin gave a nod.
She pursed her red lips, "Since you don't feel well, you need to see a doctor, and you are a doctor yourself, don't you know how important your body is? And doctors hate disobedient patients, I don't believe you don't know this, since that's the case, then you should see a doctor at the hospital even more."
Hearing Betty speak so seriously, Calvin's hand rubbing his brow stopped, then lifted his eyelids to look at her, "What, want me to see a doctor so badly, you're afraid I'll die?"
"Mr. Lewis!" Betty frowned, "I'm talking to you in earnest, why are you saying these things?"