Lu Jiao's best guesses were that he either had the vesicular kind or the erosive kind.
When he saw how calm Lu Jiao appeared, the businessman's tense heart relaxed a little. Every time he went to a clinic, the doctor there reacted like they couldn't bear the sight of his foot. It always infuriated him and resulted in him losing self-control.
He was already angry that he had such a disease and it stressed him out. Yet all the doctors acted like he was gross. How could he let that go?
Liu Fu's feet were already stinky. Once he removed his socks, the entire strip could smell that scent.
Everyone subconsciously pinched their noses. Lu Jiao cooly took out a handkerchief and covered her nose.
Though her action was rude, because she did it confidently without making a face, it wasn't exactly annoying.
