"How could that be? You're very good!" Master Yan felt sorry for the little girl and cursed Yan Shixing in his heart, "Don't worry, I will make him apologize to you, give you..."

"I want to go find him!" Jiang Yurou wiped away her tears and looked at Master Yan with firm and expectant eyes. "Can I?"

"Oh, okay!" Master Yan was very happy now. His son didn't take the initiative, but the little girl did, which was also pretty good.

Most importantly, he liked the girl's generous and proactive personality.

Jiang Yurou happily put down the plate, said goodbye to Master Chaoyan, and left.

Master Liu Yan watched her walking away with a smile on his face, thinking that maybe he would have a grandson soon.

*

After leaving, Yan Shixing, whose headache started again as soon as he got in the car, placed his elegantly skeletal hands on his eyebrows and squeezed them hard to relieve the pain in his head that was about to explode. He said calmly to the driver, "Let's go back to the manor."

"Okay, sir!" The driver started the car and saw that Yan Shixing had a headache. He said worriedly, "Sir, your head hurts again! How about taking you to see Dr. Lei first?"

Yan Shixing narrowed his eyes slightly, his breathing a little heavy. This time the headache was so severe that he felt even taking medicine might not be effective. Finally, he decided to go to Dr. Lei.

"Yeah." He nodded with his eyelids half closed, then slowly leaned back in the back seat and closed his eyes.

The car drove for an hour and arrived directly at Dr. Lei's small clinic.

His name is Lei Shuo, an old man in his fifties. He is a famous doctor in Shengjing with superb medical skills and high moral character. After retirement, he opened a small clinic just to treat some difficult and complicated diseases in his spare time.

He spent more time passing on his legacy to his only son Lei Lin, who was in his twenties, so that he would have no regrets when he passed away in the future.

When Yan Shixing arrived at the small clinic, the old man Lei Shuo had just gone out for a stroll, and it was Lei Lin who was in the clinic.

Seeing Yan Shixing, a man dressed in a black suit and looking elegant and distinguished, Leylin was surprised. He welcomed him into the clinic. Seeing that he didn't look well, he asked, "Mr. Yan, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell, or have you finished your medicine?"

"I didn't bring any medicine today, and my head hurts so badly. Can you show me why?" Yan Shixing sat on the chair in the clinic, with beads of sweat dripping down his porcelain-white forehead. It was obvious that he was trying hard to hold on.

A dark light flashed in Lei Lin's eyes, and he pursed his lips and nodded.

After an examination, Leylin said seriously, "Mr. Yan, this is a sequelae of the plane accident you suffered over a decade ago. Originally, if you had rested well, the sequelae wouldn't have troubled you. However, the pressure of your long-term work has caused mental fatigue, and every headache has become so severe that you can only suppress it with medication. If this continues, you must carry your medication with you."

Yan Shixing knew that he had been busy with work recently and his headaches had become more frequent. He nodded without questioning, "I understand."

Leylin stood up and said, "I'll prescribe some tranquilizers for you. Please rest and relax when you get home."

"Thank you, I will." Yan Shixing nodded.

Lei Lin walked into the pharmacy with a serious expression on his face. He reached out and took out a bottle of medicine from the medicine cabinet. After a moment of struggle in his eyes, he sighed slightly and turned around to see a young man in blue clothes. He was handsome and feminine, and his cold smile was particularly creepy.

"Mr. Fan?"

"Increase the potency of the medicine!" The young man said with a gentle smile, but his words shocked Leylin.

"He'll..."

"Do as I say." The young man's eyes were dark and terrifying.