"Miss Huo, I have an unusual request, could you write down the formula for your medicine for me?"
When Zhao Hongru said this, he initially appeared a bit embarrassed, but once he asked, he became earnest and calm.
Huo Sining still had a smile on her face, but a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Doctor Zhao, what did you say?"
Zhao Hongru said: "Cancer troubles so many people. Since Miss Huo's formula can cure cancer, I hope Miss Huo can give me the recipe, so it might benefit more people."
The smile on Huo Sining's face suddenly disappeared. She's not stupid, the formula can indeed benefit everyone, but what Zhao Hongru wanted her to privately write down the formula for him, isn't that obvious?
"Doctor Zhao, do you think I'm a three-year-old? You want the formula, and I'll just give it to you, don't you find it laughable?"
