Chapter 55 Are You Kidding Me

Even though Francis stopped babbling, he still thought that he hadn't said enough. Andrew shouldn't
eat anything spicy even if he had taken the pills.

'How stupid is that?' Francis wondered. 'What Andrew will do next just in order to win that woman's
heart?'

He was thrilled already when he thought about the idea that Andrew might do something more stupid.

"It's lucky that you took the pills I gave to you in time, or you can be in the hospital now!" scolded
Francis.

Francis observed Andrew's skin, trying to search for a spot that wasn't screaming with red bumps.
Andrew's whole body, however, was covered with the reaction.

If Ashley were here now, she would definitely notice the allergic reaction. What she had seen on his
arm in the car was just merely the tip of the iceberg.

Ashley did learn about it later.

Ashley felt terrible when she found out. When she realized Andrew couldn't eat spicy food without
having a reaction, she felt guilty. She felt so guilty that Andrew even managed to get what he wanted.
That was a later story.

Taking a first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet, Francis picked up a bottle of liquid medicine. He
examined it and noted the uses, then he approached Andrew. He dipped the cotton ball into the bottle,
grabbed Andrew's arm, and swabbed the soaked piece of cotton from Andrew's fingers to shoulders.

The moment Andrew felt the liquid applying on his skin, he felt much better. His skin had been burning
since he ate the spicy food in the restaurant.



Sitting quietly on the bed, Andrew didn't say anything. He just let Francis put the liquid on his skin. It
seemed that Andrew's attention was wandering.

He didn't even notice when Francis had finished his job.

Francis noticed Andrew's eyes were not focused. He lifted his arm to wave in front of Andrew's face.

'Nothing?'

He waved again with more aggression, his arms flailing in a hurried pattern.

'Still nothing?' Francis wondered.

Again, he waved his arms, trying to break Andrew's gaze. "Hey, Andrew, I finished taking care of you,
now I want to know what are you thinking?" Francis moved his hands closer to Andrew's face and
continued, "I'm not here to watch you be in a trance.

My time is very precious. Women, lots of women, want me for sex." Francis raised his voice with each
sentence and by the time he said the last word, he was shouting.

In order to draw Andrew's attention, he shouted really hard.

As expected, Andrew came back to earth when he heard the shouting. He turned to Francis and looked
at him with empty eyes.

"Did you hear me? Or are you a fool?" muttered Francis.

He had been told when you broke someone's fixed trance, the way he just had done to Andrew, it was
likely that the person would become a fool.

He knew that was something absurd. But if it was true, he would feel so guilty for shouting at Andrew
all of a sudden.



"Hey, Andrew, are you okay? You don't need to worry if you really become a fool.

I will handle your family business for you and take good care of you. You can count on me," he said
seriously. Francis began to think that there might be something wrong about Andrew. He didn't say
anything so far.

Suddenly, the thought of taking over Andrew's family business scared Francis.

If he took over the Lu Group, he would be so busy dealing with the business that he wouldn't have any
time to pick up girls.

Francis realized he didn't think it through before he made that promise. That was something he found
hard to accept.

Andrew was a little amused by Francis's remark. A faint smile crossed his lips.

Lifting his leg, he kicked Francis in the shins.

Francis, worried about his friend's lack of enthusiasm for his earlier comment, was not prepared for the
swift fall to the ground. He sat up and began to breathe heavily to catch his breath.

"Oh shit!

Now you're a fool and a violent maniac. What do I do?!" Francis panted the words at Andrew while he
choked on the air around him.

"Francis!" Andrew growled. "Get up. Right now. One...two...three!"

He looked at the Francis who was lying on the ground, muttering nonsense.

In fact, Andrew had something to ask Francis. If he didn't, Francis would have been thrown out by him
already.



"I'm up!" Francis announced, hauling himself to his feet. Then Francis raised his head, looked into
Andrew's eyes and continued, "Good. You seem to be okay."

Andrew sneered, "Are you disappointed that I am not a fool?"

"No, of course not." Francis stood near Andrew, and yelped, "My ass! My ass!" Francis shouted as he
began to feel the pain.

Andrew watched Francis dancing and yelling around the room, and couldn't help but spit at him. "Shut
up!" Andrew hated yelling, screaming, and hollering. All of those made his head ache, but Francis
droned on and on about the pain radiating from the fall on his rear.

Francis didn't stop until he noticed the cold stare Andrew was shooting him.

He tried to recall what had happened just now. How had he ended up lying on the ground? Just
because of a kick from Andrew?

Now his whole body, especially his bottom ached with pain.

"Tell me how to cure my allergy to spicy food?" Andrew's tone was frigid and Francis thought the large
bedroom grew colder as he continued to speak.

'What?!' Francis thought. 'Andrew wants to treat his allergy to spicy food?'

Francis was stumped. Even though he was a doctor, he did not specialize in curing spicy food allergies.

Besides, Andrew had been allergic to spicy food since he was a little child. It was not going to be an
easy thing to cure.

Francis bit back angry words and in a calm, flat tone, asked, "Cure it? How? You have been allergic to
spicy food since you were a little child." Now his eyes were icy steel. He knew that Andrew's obsession



with finding a cure for his allergies was due to a woman - Ashley. No longer calm, he glared at Andrew
and said, "You tell me how to cure it. I'm listening."

Andrew said nothing. He looked straight into Francis's eyes, as if to say, 'Aren't you a doctor? Don't you
know how to cure allergies?'

Francis understood, all too well what Andrew was saying with his eyes. He understood that Andrew
was mocking him for not knowing how to cure his allergy.

'What is the point of treating a patient who doesn't even trust his medical opinion?' he mused. 'Worse,
he is thinking of me as an idiot.' Again, Andrew demanded an answer, "Just tell me how to cure my
allergies."

Francis sucked in a breath and began, "You have allergic skin. That's why you can't eat spicy food.
There isn't an effective way to treat your allergy right now. You're lucky that you took the pills during
dinner earlier today. The reaction you had wasn't that strong. But you might not be so lucky next time.

You should never think that you can eat spicy food as long as you take the pills. The pills are only
something used to battle your allergy. They might fail to do so sometimes. It can't help treat your allergy
at all," he continued.

"What I am telling you is that you can't count on the pills every time. You're lucky that you're okay this
time, but not every single time will you be so lucky. Don't blame me when you end up in the hospital
next time," warned Francis.

He knew what Andrew was thinking. If he didn't warn Andrew now, Andrew might ask him for more pills
and take them every time he had spicy food.

Francis considered the facts around Andrew's hunt for the pills. Had he known the reason, the real
reason, for Andrew needing the pills, he never would have given them to him in the first place.



Andrew's face went void again. Francis couldn't tell if he was listening or not.

Shortly after Francis finished speaking, Andrew dismissed him. The words were curt and short, "You
can go now." "Andrew!"

Francis shook his head. "I can't go. It's really late. Where do you think I can go at this hour?!" Again,
when he looked at Andrew's face, there was no expression. 'I wish I could slap some sense into him, '
he thought.

'How did I make friends with this type of man? I wish I had never come.'

Francis was furious. He turned around and was about to leave.

Just before he left, he noticed the pillows on Andrew's bed. Woven in the threads of the pillowcase
were some long hairs.

'Long hairs, ' Francis exclaimed in his mind.

'Andrew Lu, you dog. You seem not to be interested in any woman. But in fact, you have been picking
up girls behind our back!' Francis said to himself.


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