In the hallway, Yan Feifan ran into Chu Xiaolong, a man so handsome he resembled a male Lin Daiyu.
"Did you need to see me about something?"
"I came to the hospital for a check-up today, so I thought I'd stop by and see you."
As he spoke, Chu Xiaolong, to prove he wasn't lying, showed Yan Feifan a stack of test reports and several bottles of medicine from his shoulder bag.
Yan Feifan took all the guy's test reports and looked them over.
'These numbers... aren't exactly ideal!'
Yan Feifan sighed inwardly but said with a calm expression, "Judging from the results, they're passable."
"As long as you don't do anything reckless and harmful like bungee jumping, street racing, binge drinking, or staying up all night, and you focus on your health and get plenty of rest, you should be able to hold on for another year or two."
Chu Xiaolong gave a faint smile and said, "Mr. Liang wasn't nearly as optimistic as you, but I trust you more."
