"Mr. Ye, I have a concern, the equipment here is inadequate, and I fear that a detailed examination at the hospital will be necessary to provide you with answers," the doctor said, removing the stethoscope after a while.
"What do you mean?"
Ye Zhanxing was startled, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"The condition of this young lady resembles symptoms of a cold constitution, and it's likely a hereditary illness, similar to yours in the early years…" The doctor hesitated, glancing at Ye Zhanxing.
He noticed Ye Zhanxing's body trembles, momentarily at a loss for words.
"You're saying her symptoms resemble what?" Ye Zhanxing's eyes narrowed, his voice trembling.
The usually calm and collected façade showed minute cracks as he turned to look at Qin Youxuan, who lay quietly on the bed.
Qin Youxuan was unconscious, her small mouth moving silently as she called out Dan Hanjie's name without awareness.
