Chapter 504: everything is normal

After a short while, a group of people entered the guest room.
Lin Shuwen walked quickly to the bed and looked at the man sitting on the bedside who was still busy with business. His voice was respectful, "Sir, you should rest more."
While Lin Shuwen was speaking, he tidied up some documents lying on the other's lap, and put them face down on the bedside table.
Fang Chen leaned against the head of the bed, his cheeks were thin, and there was no blood on his face. Not only was there no flesh on his face, but the shoulders and neck and the hands that were on the outside of the quilt were also very thin.
Huo Yao walked at the back of the group, and when he first entered the house, he was slightly surprised when he saw Fang Chen, who was as thin as wood.
Depending on the age of the other party, he may be in his thirties at most, but he has the kind of dryness and thinness of an old man in his seventies or eighties.
As soon as she was walking on the road, Elder Pei told her about her symptoms.
Losing weight without warning, and there is no problem in the physical examination, it is as if the energy is suddenly exhausted and entering a state of exhaustion.
However, the current situation of the other party is no different from exhaustion.
Fang Chen noticed a gaze, and he raised his head. Huo Yao had already taken his gaze away. He glanced at Lin Shuwen, who was still sorting out documents by the bed, and said,
It’s okay. Spirit, it's a bit to be able to handle one point."
Lin Shuwen listened to the words, cheered up on his face, took away the pen between his fingers, and said, "First take care of your body, other things are not important."
After a pause, Lin Shuwen pointed at Pei Rong, who had already walked to the bed, and said, "Master Pei has returned, and there is hope for your illness."
Although Fang Chen is a patient, the strong aura of the upper-level person around him is very strong. His eyes fell on Pei Rong's body, his wrinkled lips moved, and he said politely: "Trouble."
Pei Rong knows Fang Chen's identity, the highest executive officer of S City, a person whom ordinary people can't reach, and he is about to be transferred to the capital with a bright future.
Even if he comes from the Pharmacist Association, he must be courteous.
Pei Rong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded, "You are polite."
Instead, he pulled a chair next to him by the bed, and after sitting down, he said again: "I'll get your pulse first."
Fang Chen handed it out.
Pei Rong's fingers were resting on the opponent's pulse, and his face, which was still very plain, became more and more solemn as the pulse time increased, and finally his brows almost wrinkled.
Lin Shuwen next to him has been paying attention to Pei Rong's expression. Seeing his appearance at this time, his heart gradually sinks.
When Old Pei got his pulse last night, he almost had this expression.
It took a full five minutes for Pei Rong to withdraw his hand. Lin Shuwen hurriedly asked, "How is it, my lord?"
Pei Feng next to him also looked at his elder brother nervously, and wanted to know what conclusion he could draw.
Pei Rong looked at Fang Chen and asked, "Mr. Fang, when did you start to lose weight like this?"
"Almost 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 full-body examination before, and the results showed that it was normal without any problems." Lin Shuwen next to him added.
After thinking about it, he took out another hospital diagnosis report and handed it to him, "Look at it."
The diagnosis report has more than a dozen pages, and almost every part of the body has been screened in detail. The conclusion at the end of each page is written with the same two words: normal.