"A problem with the liver?"
"Yes."
Qin Lin glanced at Zhang Tianrui. "A pale complexion, irritability, and frequent, subtle abdominal pain... These are signs of liver stagnation, with indications of developing fibrosis or even cancer."
"This... GULP. Liver disease... liver cancer?!"
Hearing Qin Lin's words, Zhang Tianrui, who had been acting nonchalant just moments before, now stared wide-eyed, completely stupefied.
"Yes."
Qin Lin nodded slightly.
"Mr. Qin, here's my business card. Please contact me anytime you have any matters related to the bank."
Snapping out of his shock, Zhang Tianrui hastily chased him out of the bank. "If you have other financial needs, like loans or investments, you can also contact me anytime."
"Mm, alright."
Qin Lin casually took the business card and drove away.
"Director Zhang, I was wrong! Please don't fire me."
