"Master, I've been feeling a little unwell lately." Qiu Shi smiled and didn't look like someone who was feeling unwell at all.
But Lu Duo took it too seriously. He touched Qiu Shi's forehead and said, "I don't have a fever. I'll ask your uncle to come and take a look."
After Uncle Rong Lin's miraculous operation - "Brother," he sighed, "be mentally prepared. It is a stubborn disease that is difficult to cure, and there is nothing I can do about it. I'm afraid your little brat will be in trouble."
"But it doesn't matter, I will find a way."
"It's lovesick."
"..." Are you serious?
Qiu Shi: "Master, my uncle is right."
Intention: The following is wrong... It's just weird.