After a while, the party entered the guest room.

Lin Shuwen quickly walked to the bedside and looked at the man sitting on the head of the bed who was still busy with business. His voice was respectful, "Sir, you should have more rest."

When Lin Shuwen was talking, he tidied up some papers on the other side's legs, 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 not bloody. It seemed that he was not only without flesh on his face, but also on his shoulders and neck and his hands outside the quilt.

Huo Yao walked at the back of the party. He was a little surprised when he saw Fang Chen, who was thin as firewood.

Looking at the age of each other, at most, he is in his thirties, but he has the thin feeling of a withered old man in his 70s and 80s.

Just walking on the road, old Pei and she said the other side's symptoms.

Without warning of emaciation, the body still can't check out any problems, as if the energy was suddenly exhausted, into a state of exhaustion.

However, this situation of the other party is no different from exhaustion.

Fang Chen was aware of a look, and he raised his head. At this time, Huo Yao had already taken back his sight. After a glance, he said to Lin Shuwen, who was still tidying up the papers by the bed, "it's OK. While I still have the spirit, I can handle a little bit."

After hearing this, Lin Shuwen tried to pick himself up and took the pen from his finger tip. He said, "take care of your health first. Other things are not important."

After a pause, Lin Shuwen pointed to Pei Rong, who had already come to the bedside, and said, "elder master Pei has come back, and your disease is hopeful."

Although Fang Chen was a patient, he had a strong momentum in the upper position. His eyes fell on Pei Rong's body, and his dry wrinkled lips moved. He said politely, "please."

Pei Rong knew Fang Chen's identity, the highest executive officer of S City, and a person that ordinary people could not reach. He was about to be transferred to the capital, and had a bright future.

Even if he comes from the Pharmacist Association, he should be courteous.

Pei Rong's eyes slightly collected, nodded, "you are polite."

Instead, he pulled a chair by the side of the bed. After sitting down, he said, "I'll check your pulse first."

Fang Chen handed out his hand.

Pei Rong's fingers on the pulse of the other side, which was originally very plain face, with the growth of pulse time, it became more and more condensed, and finally almost frowned into a ball.

Lin Shuwen beside him has been paying attention to Pei Rong's expression. Seeing his appearance at this time, his heart gradually sinks.

Last night, when Mr. Pei felt the pulse, it was almost the same expression.

After five minutes, Pei Rong took it back. Lin Shuwen asked in a hurry: "how about you, young master?"

Next to Pei Feng also a face nervous look at his big brother, also want to know what conclusion he can draw.

Peirong looked at Fang Chen and asked, "Mr. Fang, when did you begin to be so thin?"

"Nearly a week." Fang Chen said slowly.

"Almost every day, our husband is losing weight at the speed of at least 10 jin. Before that, he went to the hospital to have a general examination, and the results showed that they were normal without any problems." Lin Shuwen, next to him, added.

After thinking about it, he took out a diagnosis report from the hospital and handed it to him, "have a look."

The diagnosis report has more than ten pages, and almost all parts of the body have been screened in the most detailed way. The conclusion at the end of each page is written with the same two words: normal.

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