Seeing Ye Zhendong guess it, Ye Fan smiled:

"He can't sleep recently, and many doctors can't treat him well, so he wants to see me for a look. He is a dead horse and a living doctor."

He also thought about one day going to Qin Wuji and solving his illness. After all, he had a good impression of the old man.

Ye Zhendong took the cucumber in Ye Fan's hand and peeled it: "Just see a doctor. Why doesn't he let the bodyguard follow?"

Ye Fan smiled: "It's a private matter, I guess he doesn't want too many people to hear it."

"He has seen doctors 108 times in the past ten years, and 19 times in the past year, and he has never been worried about anyone knowing about his condition."

Ye Zhendong sighed softly: "Why are you afraid that the secret will be spread this time and the twenty-four guards will stop following you?"

"Who knows what Mr. Qin thinks..."

Ye Fan responded casually, and then trembled.

He looked at Ye Zhendong in disbelief and shouted in shock:
Chapter completed!