Just kissing.
The partially closed door was pushed open.
"Young master, the doctor is here..."
Hong Ye stood at the door, a bit awkward.
Who could have thought Miss Su Yan was ill, yet the young master would still sneak a kiss?
Feng Rong's kissing stopped.
Sitting by the bed.
"Come in."
The voice fell.
As if nothing had happened.
The doctor walked in, taking out a stethoscope.
Examined Su Yan thoroughly.
After three minutes, first looked up at Feng Rong and pondered.
Then said,
"Young master, it's nothing major.
Probably due to previous injections, causing physical weakness.
Overwork caused low blood sugar, a good rest will do."
Feng Rong listened, looking at the doctor
"Drug injections?"
"Yes, uh, a drug that causes prolonged weakness and soreness."
After speaking, the doctor glanced at Su Yan again.
Hesitated and said,
"The symptoms of this young lady are similar to the symptoms of several young ladies whom Chairman Feng had previously asked me to see."
