Everyone entered the guest room before long.
Lin Shuwen walked up to the beside quickly when he saw the man working as he leaned against the headboard. He said reverently, “You really need to rest.”
Lin Shuwen even straightened out the documents on the patient’s lap before placing them on the bedside table face down as he spoke.
Fang Chen leaned against the headboard. His cheeks looked sunken and there was barely any color on his face. Also, his neck, shoulders as well as both his hands resting outside the blanket were equally thin.
Huo Yao trailed in last behind everyone. She was slightly shocked when she saw how skinny Fang Chen was.
He looked in his thirties at best, but he resembled an enfeebled old man in his eighties.
Old Mr. Pei had shared his symptoms with her on their way to the room.
He had suddenly lost weight for no apparent reason. It felt as though the very essence of his life suddenly got sucked out of him and he started to age rapidly.
This was no different from dying.
Fang Chen noticed someone scrutinizing him, so he raised his head to look, but Huo Yao had already shifted her eyes away. He glanced at Lin Shuwen as he straightened out the documents. “It’s fine. I want to do as much as I can while I have the energy to do it.”
Lin Shuwen put on a forced look of positivity before he removed the pen from Fang Chen’s hand and said, “You should focus on getting better. Everything else can wait.”
Lin Shuwen paused before he pointed to Pei Rong and said, “Now that Young Master Pei is back, there is hope.”
Despite being a patient, Fang Chen’s powerful aura remained strong. His eyes landed on Pei Rong as his dried lips moved to say courteously. “I appreciate that.”
Pei Rong knew who Fang Chen was. He was the highest government official of City S. An average citizen never would never have the chance to ever see him. He was about to get transferred to the capital and had a bright future ahead of him.
Hence, Pei Rong treated him with a degree of respect even though he was a member of the Apothecaries’ Association.
Pei Rong composed himself and nodded. “It’s no trouble at all.”
He pulled over a chair by the bedside and sat down. “Let me check your pulse.”
Fang Chen extended his hand quietly.
After Pei Rong started to check Fang Chen’s pulse, the calmness on his face became increasingly grave. He examined it until he ended up furrowing his brows tightly.
Lin Shuwen noticed Pei Rong’s expression and became increasingly worried.
Old Mr. Pei had the same expression when he examined Fang Chen’s pulse last night.
Pei Rong finally pulled his hand back five minutes later. Lin Shuwen anxiously asked him. “Young Master Pei, how is he?”
Pei Feng looked at his older brother worriedly as well, wanting to hear his diagnosis.
Pei Rong looked at Fang Chen and asked him. “Mr Fang, when did you start to lose weight?”
“About a week ago,” replied Fang Chen slowly.
“He has been losing almost 2.5 kilograms per day. He went for a detailed examination at the hospital and everything was normal,” added Lin Shuwen by the side.
He pulled out a hospital examination report and handed it to him. “Here, take a look.”
The report consisted of over ten pages and was extremely detailed. At the end of each page was the same word, ‘normal’.
