"Li Tianyao, don't worry. I'll take good care of you and make sure your hand doesn't scar!"
As she spoke, An Yan once again checked his pulse.
"Li Tianyao, have you ever had a medical check-up?"
Li Tianyao's pulse was very normal and healthy.
Normally, if a person has psychological issues, it would manifest externally—for example, appearing distracted, memory loss, a pale or bluish complexion, or heavy dark circles under the eyes. But he showed none of these signs, which left An Yan at a loss about where to start.
"It seems you're hoping I'm sick?" Li Tianyao asked casually, his voice low and magnetic.
An Yan quickly shook her head, "No, it's just a professional habit. I like to remind everyone I see to get regular check-ups."
"So, you think the Li Family doesn't have the means for a check-up?"
"Definitely not." The Li Consortium owned hundreds of hospitals; a check-up was certainly feasible.
"Then, can I see your medical report?"
