God Turns Out to Be Myself

He deliberately used slightly professional terminology, trying to tell the other party that he was not a lamb to be slaughtered. "Leukemia?" Long Fei finally raised his head. There was no pity in his eyes, only the indifference of evaluating the product. "Do you have the bone biopsy report and flow cytometry analysis sheet? I need to see your blast cell ratio and white blood cell count." Yang Chen did not bring paper medical records, so he took out his mobile phone, pulled out the high-definition scan and handed it over. Long Fei glanced at the screen for only three seconds. "Thirty years old? The genetic mutation point is very strange. No wonder the disease is so rapid." She pushed the phone back, leaned back, and leaned on the back of the chair. That was where the negotiator had the initiative.