Qin Anan looked at him and waited for the words behind him.

"He has stomach problems. If he doesn't watch him eat when he is busy, he will forget to eat, which will cause stomach problems. However, he has stomach medicines in his office and in the car. In addition to stomach problems, he also has moderate depression. Brother Bei told me about this disease. In fact, when I usually interact with him, I can't tell that he has depression."

Qin An'an: "It can still be seen. His mood is uncertain, often giving people a feeling of depression."

Zhou Ziyi said embarrassedly, "I'm used to it and it feels fine."

"Does he have any other illness?" Qin Anan continued to ask.

Zhou Ziyi said while thinking back: "It seems that there is no serious illness."

"Such as mentally?"

"Doesn't depression count?"

"Depression is considered a mental illness in medicine." Qin Anan replied.

"Oh... the mental problems you're talking about refer to the mentally ill patients in the mental hospital?" Zhou Ziyi frowned.

Qin An'an: "There are also mental illnesses that are not so serious that they should not be sent to a mental hospital."

Zhou Ziyi: "An An, why do you suddenly suspect that my boss is mentally ill?"

"I didn't suspect it suddenly, I've been suspecting it for a long time." Qin Anan whispered, "The reason why I doubt him is because he mentioned this to me. Don't tell him what we're talking about. "

"Well, from the doctor's point of view, do you think my boss is mentally ill?" Zhou Ziyi was in a complicated mood.

He would never associate Fu Shiting with the mentally ill.

Qin An'an: "Although he often makes me angry, I won't characterize him as a mental patient because of this. Besides, I'm not a psychiatrist, and what I say is not authoritative."

After dinner, Qin Anan went to the ward to see Ziqiu.

Ziqiu fell into a coma again because of anemia.

Looking at his small body, sleeping peacefully, as if she could never wake up again, her heart throbbed.

After some time, the doctor strode in.

"Miss Qin! Mr. Fu found a bag of blood. Now the blood has been tested. If there is no problem, it can be used immediately for Ziqiu."

Qin An'an's hanging heart quietly fell to the ground.

She came out of the ward and met Fu Shiting's handsome and haggard face.

Judging from his appearance, he hadn't closed his eyes for at least two days.

"It's been hard work." Her eyes drooped slightly, and she said to him, "Go back to rest now, don't get tired."

After she said this, she noticed that his trousers were slightly dirty at the knees.

He always pays attention to his image, and won't appear so dirty in public.

She crouched down, trying to pat the mud off his knees. But he was surprised to find that the knee of his other trouser leg was also dirty.

He never thought that he would forget to change into a pair of clean trousers, much less that she would find out!

His body instinctively stepped back.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him retreating, she immediately grabbed his arm, not allowing him to escape.

Her almond eyes stared at him calmly.

His thin lips pursed into a thin line, not knowing how to answer.

"The boss knelt down for that bag of blood!" the bodyguard said angrily. JrNovels.com