"I don't know." Yan Huan shook her head, "Tears just flowed out uncontrollably."
"It's a bit early to cry now. On the day your illness is cured, even if you cry out loud, I won't laugh at you." Ji Chuan smiled with warmth in his eyes.
"Uh uh uh!" Jason glanced up at Ji Chuan, "God! Please tell me that the Ji Chuan I see now isn't real. This man is famous for rejecting women. How come he seems like a completely different person now?"
"Ja—son!" Ji Chuan elongated his tone, "Please, be serious! Ignore my presence at this moment!"
"OK~! OK!"
Half an hour later, Jason looked up from the pile of medical records: "Finished reading."
"How is it?" Ji Chuan asked urgently.
"It's obvious. Her body is very healthy, and there's no problem with her lungs! Plus, she definitely doesn't have the asthma she claims!" Jason confidently refuted Ji Chuan's previous diagnosis.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." Jason said confidently, "I am an authority in this field!"
