"Don’t just eat rice, have so vegetables. You’re at the age where you’re growing."
Although it was a false alarm, Jiang Chen definitely realized the importance of health.
"Here, have so black chicken."
To Martial Saint, he truly had no ulterior motives, treating him completely like his own brother, asking him to pass the bowl over so he could ladle out so chicken from the pot.
True feelings are evident in the small details.
Martial Saint’s eyes trembled, feeling deeply touched, almost unable to hold back his tears.
The other person’s health was already that bad, possibly unable to have children, yet he still cared about him.
"That’s enough, Brother Jiang Chen, you should eat it yourself."
"How can I finish such a big pot by myself."
Jiang Chen had no idea his privacy had been exposed, enthusiastically saying, "Co, give the bowl, you all should try so, don’t waste such a good soup."
Martial Saint lowered his head, gobbling it down, quickly finishing his bowl and putting down the chopsticks.
"Brother Jiang Chen, Sister Yunxi, Sister Liuli, I’m full, you take your ti."
"You’re eating this little?"
Martial Saint didn’t reply, quickly leaving his seat, then running upstairs, returning to his room, and closing the door with a "bang," leaning against the door, taking deep breaths, comforting himself to stay calm.
It’s not a terminal illness.
dicine is so advanced now.
He bit his lip, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
"Sis."
His voice was dispirited, deep, lethargic, not at all like soone who just finished eating.
"What’s up?"
No wonder he was getting closer to soone else, just look at his big sister’s attitude, that’s the difference.
Martial Saint’s lips moved, hesitating to speak; he was not soone who liked to report problems, but this was a serious matter, and he really couldn’t keep it a secret.
"Do you know a good urologist?"
With those words, the phone seed to go silent, after a while, "Urologist?"
"Yes."
"Are you sick?"
"No, it’s Brother Jiang Chen."
"Sis, you have to help him."
"..."
Silence again on the other end.
"Sis?"
"What’s wrong with him?"
Martial Saint hesitated, struggled, extrely torn, but thinking about how the other party forced a smile at the dinner table, he finally made up his mind.
He absolutely couldn’t hide the illness and avoid treatnt.
If there’s a problem, it has to be treated.
If not, it’ll only get worse.
"Brother Jiang Chen... infertility."
Thunder struck in a silent place.
Lan Peizhi didn’t remain silent this ti, her voice suddenly raised.
"What did you say?"
"Brother Jiang Chen went for a check-up, this kind of issue can be saved, right?"
"He told you?"
"No, how could he tell , I secretly saw his report, I even took a picture of it."
"Send it to ."
Lan Peizhi added.
"Now."
Boss Jiang definitely doesn’t know how much turmoil his whim has caused, still happily eating at and soup.
"Are you really that idle?"
With Martial Saint not around, Pei Yunxi could comfortably ask, having understood Daoist Duanmu’s character generally, in terms of cleverness, not even surpassing that young boy; while that boy was small and cunning, this girl who even amazed her, beyond her ethereal charm and appearance, possessed a pure and transparent soul.
Jiang Chen certainly knew what she ant, "You’re right, it’s necessary to have regular check-ups, did you do a full-body check when you went to the hospital for your cold last ti?"
Pei Yunxi put down the chopsticks.
"What do you an?"
"Don’t misunderstand, I’m just reminding you, if there’s really any problem, it’s better to find out and address it early."
He’s truly warm-hearted.
Pei Yunxi gripped the chopsticks tightly, her pearly white cheeks subtly changed color.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Unexpectedly, the subconsciously treated invisible person, Daoist Sister Liuli ca forward.
Jiang Chen was a bit stunned, looking at the now "lively" Daoist Sister, clearing his throat, just about to interrupt, but soon heard.
"Yes, unwell."
He turned again, looking at the woman who also seed off, unable to laugh or cry.
Can’t even take a joke.
He had a check-up for no reason, and because of it, he owed Shi Qianxi’s aunt a big favor, thus deep in the mire, yet he didn’t say anything.
Jiang Chen shook his head, about to call for continued eating, but unexpectedly, Daoist Liuli put down the chopsticks.
"I can take a look."
"..."
"..."
Look at what?
Are you a doctor?
And Pei Yunxi wasn’t physically unwell, she was ntally unwell.
Not ntioning Jiang Chen, even Pei Yunxi was a bit taken aback, silently watching Daoist Liuli, feeling a bit at a loss.
Daoist Duanmu was truly warm-hearted, directly standing up, walking to Pei Yunxi.
"Give your hand."
"..."
"..."
After a short silence, under Jiang Chen’s gaze, unable to reject the other’s kindness, Goddess Pei could only raise her skin as smooth as jade hand.
Daoist Liuli held her wrist, index and middle fingers pressed against her pulse.
Got it!
Isn’t this the traditional Chinese dicine thod of observation, slling, and questioning?
Yes.
Daoist Duanmu is a genuine Taoist, and Taoists master various skills like feng shui, astrology, geography, martial arts, and dicine.
Jiang Chen watched curiously and peculiarly.
What’s this?
Seems like I’ve discovered a new utility of Daoist Sister.
"Let see your tongue."
Daoist Liuli let go of her hand.
Pei Yunxi instinctively followed, probably left with little thinking capacity.
"You’re very healthy."
"..."
"..."
For so reason, upon hearing Daoist Liuli’s diagnosis, Pei Yunxi seed to slightly relax.
Indeed.
Even soone like Boss Jiang would have concerns, so how could she not?
It’s just that such a simple touch, a look, and there’s a result?
Then wasn’t my visit to the hospital yesterday in vain?
Jiang Chen felt a faint sadness, but he would definitely not question soone like Daoist Liuli.
Don’t view the world from an ordinary perspective, there are many things in the world that can’t be explained scientifically.
Anyone who works in a hospital knows, even hospitals believe in taphysics.
Moreover, the observation, slling, questioning thod is Shen Zhou’s centuries-old traditional culture, just that modern people gradually lost the treasures passed down by their ancestors.
"Alright, let’s eat."
Jiang Chen said with a smile, as if nothing happened.
After diagnosing Pei Yunxi, Daoist Liuli looked at him.
Jiang Chen imdiately explained, "I just did a check-up at the hospital."
Pei Yunxi smiled, picking up the chopsticks.
Just in ti.
"Ding," a ssage notification sounded.
Jiang Chen took out his phone.
Seeing this, Daoist Liuli didn’t insist, silently returning to her seat.
He took out his phone, it was a ssage from Lan Peizhi.
The ssage was simple, a crumpled check-up report.
Jiang Chen’s heart skipped a beat, his expression froze, then he suddenly looked at Pei Yunxi.
No, that couldn’t be right.
Pei Yunxi and Lan Peizhi shouldn’t interact.
But how did Lan Peizhi get this report?
Jiang Chen felt a blockage in his chest, although Lan Peizhi just simply sent a picture, this ti he really felt embarrassed.
"Where’s the thing I gave you earlier?"
Jiang Chen asked Pei Yunxi.
Li Shuru and Shi Qianxi "sworn sisters" could be left aside, but if Pei Yunxi also colluded with Lan Peizhi, then...
Jiang Chen felt the atmospheric pressure inexplicably rising.
"Lost."
Pei Yunxi didn’t lift her head.
"Where did you lose it?"
Pei Yunxi looked bewildered, finally raising her head to look at him.
He had a constipation-like expression.
She was silent for a mont.
"Trash can."
Jiang Chen imdiately stood up, walked to the living room, scanning the area, found the trash can, then quickly walked over, crouched down, and easily found his own check-up report.
He didn’t even have to compare, in an instant, he understood what happened.
"Ding."
The ssage notification sounded again.
This ti it was a text.
Just four words.
[Take care of your health]
Lan Peizhi certainly wouldn’t make a basic error, the 6.0% value looked scary, but she surely saw the normal range marked at the back.
Jiang Chen clutched his check-up report, his temples throbbing, looking toward the stairway.
"Martial Saint!"
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