Seeing Major General Fu Xing, who managed countless affairs daily, actually come to their school, how could they not be excited?
Lance slowly turned around, his face pale and his eyes icy cold.
However, Fu Xing seemed not to notice and chuckled as he patted Lance on the shoulder, making small talk, "Lance, it's been a while. How is your father's health?"
Lance respectfully answered, "Mr. Major General, my father is very well." It would be even better if you could take your hand off my shoulder.
"Hey, Lance, you look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?" Nolan partly noticed Lance's poor complexion and also took the opportunity to kick him while he was down, "Your health isn't up to par! Can't even stay up one night without collapsing, better go back and rest!"
Lance's complexion became even uglier.
Yet, Fu Xing seriously suggested, "He must be injured. He needs to visit the medical department, Monger."
"Present."
"Take Young Master Lance to the medical department."
"Yes."
