"Haha, Mr. Zhou was distracted just now?"

Tang Luo asked with a smile.

"Well, I thought about something else."

Zhou Heng withdrew his gaze and did not mention anything like "He beats the new generation in Beijing alone." After all, he was also from Beijing.

Such words cannot be said from him.

"Mr. Zhou, it's getting late. Don't you have anything to do? I'll help you take your pulse?"

Tang Luo did not mention the chess game anymore. At least he has a high position and a powerful person, so he would be embarrassed if he loses!

So, he changed the topic.

"Haha, OK."

Zhou Heng looked at Tang Luo deeply and nodded.

Then, Tang Luo took Zhou Heng's pulse, took the paper and pen next to him, and wrote a new prescription.

Zhou Heng and Xiang Dongfang didn't ask much, so as not to disturb Tang Luo.

After finishing writing the prescription, Tang Luo handed it to Zhou Heng.

"Mr. Zhou, you have recovered well. If you take another week of medicine, it will be almost done."

"Oh? Is that?"
Chapter completed!