Since Fang Liu had been staring at the man's skin condition, the man felt uncomfortable. Fang Liu came back to her senses only when the man cleared his throat. Fang Liu blushed and said, "What triggered your allergies? Is it only on your neck?"
The man sat down and brewed a cup of tea. The mellow and rich fragrance spread throughout the room. Then the man said, "I was busy, so I don't know what caused my allergies to flare up again."
Fang Liu thought to herself, 'How can he be so careless? His allergies have been triggered twice now, yet he doesn't know what caused it. How did he survive up until now?'
"Did the ointment I prescribed work? Why didn't you try to treat it yourself?" Fang Liu asked.
The man pondered and said, "The affected area is different from last time. It's not irritating, but it is pretty painful, so I didn't want to use the ointment without your advice."
