Chapter 504
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Before long, the group of them entered the guest room.
Lin Shuwen hurried over to the bed and looked at the man who was leaning against the headboard, busy with work. He said respectfully, "Sir, you should rest more."
Lin Shuwen tidied up the documents on Fang Chen's lap as he spoke and placed them face down on the bedside table.
Fang Chen was leaning against the headboard. His cheeks were thin and his face was pale. Not only was his face devoid of flesh, but his shoulders, neck, and hands were also unusually skinny.
Huo Yao was at the back of the group. The moment she entered the room, she was slightly surprised to see Fang Chen, who was as thin as a stick.
Fang Chen was at most in his thirties, but he looked like a withered old man in his seventies or eighties.
Old Mr. Pei told her about Fang Chen's symptoms while they were on their way.
Fang Chen had lost weight without warning, and there was nothing wrong with his body. It was as though he had suddenly used up all his energy and was on the brink of exhaustion.
However, Fang Chen's condition was no different from being on the brink of exhaustion.
Fang Chen sensed Huo Yao looking at him, so he raised his head. Huo Yao had already veered her eyes away. He glanced at Lin Shuwen before he said, "It's fine. Let's do as much as we can while I'm still energetic."
Lin Shuwen forced himself to perk up. He took the pen out of Fang Chen's hand and said, "Get well first. Don't worry about anything else."
Lin Shuwen paused before he pointed at Pei Rong, who had walked up to the bed. "Young Master Pei is back. There's hope for your recovery."
Although Fang Chen was a patient, he exuded the aura of a superior. His eyes landed on Pei Rong. His wrinkled lips moved as he said politely, "Sorry to trouble you."
Pei Rong knew Fang Chen's identity. He was the top executive in City S. Ordinary people had no access to him. He was about to be transferred to the capital and had a bright future ahead of him.
Even though Fang Chen was from the Apothecaries' Association, he had to be polite to him.
Pei Rong narrowed his eyes and nodded. "You're too kind."
Then, he pulled a chair to the side of the bed, sat down, and said, "Let me take your pulse first."
Fang Chen stretched his hand out.
Pei Rong placed his fingers on the man's pulse. His initially calm expression turned increasingly solemn as he felt the man's pulse. In the end, he frowned deeply.
Lin Shuwen had been paying attention to Pei Rong's expression. His heart sank when he noticed Fang Chen's expression.
Old Mr. Pei looked exactly the same when he checked Fang Chen's pulse last night.
After five minutes, Pei Rong withdrew his hand. Lin Shuwen hurriedly asked, "Eldest Young Master, how is it?"
Pei Feng also looked at his big brother nervously, wanting to know what kind of conclusion he would draw.
Pei Rong looked at Fang Chen and asked him. "Mr. Fang, when did you start losing weight?"
"About a week," replied Fang Chen.
"Our mister is losing weight at the rate of at least five kilograms every day. He went to the hospital for a full body checkup, and the results showed that everything is normal. There are no problems," Lin Shuwen added.
He contemplated before he took out a medical report and handed it to Fang Chen. "Take a look."
The medical report was more than 10 pages long. Fang Chen had done a thorough examination of every part of his body. The conclusion at the end of every page was the same: Normal.
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