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"Hello, Grandpa Chen." Jing Yan sat on the side and politely greeted the old man.

Doctor Chen nodded with a smile. After sizing up Jing Yan, he turned to Old Master Jing enviously. "Your grandson is much better than my disappointing son!"

Old Master Jing raised his head proudly and said, "Jing Yan is just managing the company and supporting the Jing family. He is not as outstanding as you say."

Doctor Chen snorted and rolled his eyes at Jing Yan's shameless face. Then, he smiled kindly and asked Jing Yan to hold out his arm to take his pulse.

Old Master Jing knew that he did not like people talking to him when he was treating patients, so he stopped bragging about Jing Yan. Instead, he stood to the side nervously, waiting for the results of his diagnosis.

After a while, Doctor Chen slowly retracted his hand and heaved a sigh of relief. He deliberately said in a serious tone, "Old Jing, your grandson's health..."