Disease

After the personal doctor had finished speaking, he turned to leave.

"Uncle Ji." Yan Shen unexpectedly called out quietly from behind him.

The personal doctor stopped in his tracks. He had watched Yan Shen grow from a baby who could not speak to the handsome boy he was currently. He treated Yan Shen as if he was his own child. However, ever since he had finished examining Yan Shen, a faint feeling of powerlessness and anguish filled his heart.

"I'm here," the personal doctor replied gently, not turning his head.

He stood at the door and was about to walk out, but his back kept facing Yan Shen.

"Don't tell anyone about my health problems, including my father."

Yan Shen's tone was still mellow with a hint of gentleness. He did not seem to be affected.

"You don't have to worry. I'll be fine," Yan Shen continued.

"Okay." After the personal doctor hastily responded, he hurriedly walked out of Yan Shen's house.