Ye Zhiwei looked a little unwell and seemed a bit nervous. She asked the questions cautiously, which amused Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng said helplessly, "It's just a medical examination report. When the company's employees had their medical examinations before, my secretary dragged me along. At that time, some of the examination reports couldn't be released immediately, but they're all out today. The hospital reminded me to go and pick them up."

Ye Zhiwei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the water was boiled, Ye Qingcheng rinsed the cup with the water, then poured in boiling water and mixed in some warm water from the thermostat before giving it to Ye Zhiwei. "You just took a shower, so drinking hot water will make it less likely to catch a cold."

Ye Zhiwei obediently took the cup and drank the water.

Seemingly still worried, she couldn't help but ask again, "Dad, are you really alright?"

Ye Qingcheng teased Ye Zhiwei, "Zhiwei, do you still hope that something will happen to your father?"

"How could I possibly want something to happen to Dad!" Ye Zhiwei said anxiously.

Ye Qingcheng then coaxed, "I was just teasing you. Why are you getting so anxious?"

"Dad, you're joking about something like this? How can you joke about something like this?" Ye Zhiwei didn't like such jokes and said somewhat sullenly, "I don't like such jokes."

The father and daughter had always been estranged. One was that he couldn't take care of his daughter because of work, and the other was that he couldn't get too close to his elders. He would confide his innermost thoughts to his cousin Ji Shuli, but he would never tell Ye Qingcheng.

Not only is Ye Zhiwei cautious around Ye Qingcheng, but Ye Qingcheng also sometimes can't be too open in front of his daughter. The father and daughter often test each other. It would be better if there were other people around, but whenever the two of them are there, they don't talk much.

After Ye Zhiwei finished drinking her water, she sat there, unsure of what to say. Ye Qingcheng, of course, understood his daughter's little thoughts and smiled as he told her to go upstairs and rest.

"Dad is tired too. He just came down for some fresh air and needs to go back to his room to rest. You should go back to sleep early too. Don't you have class tomorrow? Don't stay up late playing on your phone again when you get back." Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but say a few more words. "You need to take good care of yourself. You're still young and it's not obvious yet, but if you keep pushing yourself, you'll know how bad it is when you're older."

During the period after graduating from high school, Ye Zhiwei, who locked herself in her room and read novels day and night, felt guilty and shrank her neck, obediently nodding.

Ye Qingcheng went upstairs, and she followed him upstairs before they each returned to their rooms.

After returning to his room, Ye Qingcheng called back to continue the call.

The doctor seemed somewhat anxious as he said, "Mr. Ye, we actually recommend that you be hospitalized—"

"What hospitalization? Going to the hospital would just be putting my old body through the wringer. Would I get better after that?" Ye Qingcheng laughed and said, "I think not only will I not get better in the hospital, but I'll probably also be unable to handle a lot of things. Just thinking about it makes me anxious! Anyway, just prescribe some medicine for me, and I'll have my assistant go and get it. I'll take good care of myself. Nothing's going to happen anytime soon. It's not like I'm about to die."

The doctor seemed about to say something, but Ye Qingcheng didn't give him a chance to speak, and made a decision: "Alright, I've made all the arrangements. Just keep it a secret and don't let anyone else know. You don't need to worry about anything else. I know what I'm doing."