Not long after, a group of people entered the guest room.
Lin Shuwen walked quickly to the side of the bed, looked at the man who was sitting on the bed and was busy with his business, and said with respect in his voice, "Sir, you should rest more."
When Lin Shuwen was speaking, he also tidied up some documents on the other party's lap, and then put them face down on the bedside table.
Fang Chen leaned against the head of the bed, his cheeks were thin, and his face was pale. Not only did his face have no flesh, but his shoulders and neck and his hands outside the quilt were also extremely thin.
Huo Yao walked at the end of the group, and when he first entered the room, he was slightly surprised when he saw Fang Chen who was as thin as a stick.
Judging by the other party's age, he might be in his thirties at most, but he has the emaciated feeling of an old man in his seventies or eighties.
As soon as he was walking on the road, Mr. Pei told her about the other party's symptoms.
She lost weight without warning, and her body couldn't detect any problems, as if her energy was suddenly exhausted and she was entering a state of exhaustion.
However, the other party's current situation is no different from being exhausted.
Fang Chen noticed a scrutinizing gaze, and he raised his head. At this time, Huo Yao had already withdrawn his gaze. After glancing at him, he said to Lin Shuwen, who was still sorting out the documents by the bedside: "It's okay. Mentally, it’s a little bit that can handle it.”
Hearing the words, Lin Shuwen cheered up his face, and took away the pen he was holding on his fingertips, and said: "Take care of your body first, other things are not important."
After a pause, Lin Shuwen pointed to Pei Rong who had already walked to the bed, and said, "Master Pei has returned, there is hope for your illness."
Although Fang Chen is a patient, he has a strong aura of being in a superior position. His eyes fell on Pei Rong, his dry lips moved, and he said politely, "I'm sorry."
Pei Rong knew Fang Chen's identity, the city's top executive, someone who could not be reached by ordinary people, who was about to be transferred to the capital with a bright future.
Even if he is from the Pharmacist Association, if you meet him, you have to be courteous.
Pei Rong narrowed her eyes slightly and nodded, "You're being polite."
Instead, he pulled a chair beside the bed and sat down, then said again: "I'll take your pulse first."
Fang Chen handed out his hand.
Pei Rong's finger rested on the pulse of the other party, and the expression on his originally calm face became more and more solemn as the time for feeling the pulse grew, and finally his brows almost wrinkled.
Lin Shuwen next to him had been paying attention to Pei Rong's expression. Seeing his current appearance, his heart gradually sank.
When Mr. Pei took his pulse last night, he almost had the same expression.
It took a full five minutes before Pei Rong withdrew his hand, and Lin Shuwen hurriedly asked, "How is it, Eldest Young Master?"
Pei Feng next to him also looked nervously at his elder brother, wondering what conclusion he could draw.
Pei Rong looked at Fang Chen and asked, "Mr. Fang, since when did you lose weight like this?"
"Nearly a week." Fang Chen said slowly.
"Our husband loses weight at a rate of at least ten catties almost every day. He also went to the hospital for a physical examination before, and the results showed that it was normal and there was no problem." Lin Shuwen next to him added.
After thinking about it, he took out another diagnosis report from the hospital and handed it to him, "Take a look."
The diagnostic report has more than a dozen pages, and almost every part of the body has been screened in the most detail. The conclusion at the end of each page is written with the same two words: normal.
(end of this chapter)