An assistant physician brought over Chen Yu's diagnosis.
Bowman and Phelps were eager to see it.
"Wait a second."
Bowman remembered something and quickly stopped Phelps. "Let me take a look first."
Over the past two days, he hadn't told Phelps the real reason for seeking treatment from Chen Yu. He'd simply claimed Phelps's physical condition was off and that he was seeing Chen Yu for conditioning.
If the diagnosis mentioned "suffering from depression," it would be tantamount to saying Phelps had a mental illness, and Bowman was afraid Phelps couldn't handle it.
Phelps hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
He wasn't stupid. Chen Yu's method consisted mainly of conversation and asking a lot of questions. It was clearly a form of psychotherapy. He had to know something was wrong with him.
Bowman got up and opened the file folder. To his surprise, there was only a single prescription inside.
He pulled it out and glanced at it, freezing abruptly.
