Lu Chenyuan was still stubbornly insisting.
Lin Yan firmly said, "Your company has overwork deaths every year, right? Why? It's because of staying up late. You burn the midnight oil every night, it would be strange if there were no problems."
Lu Chenyuan didn't tell Lin Yan how much stress he was under, or how many times he had seen a doctor with the same results.
"I've booked an appointment with a specialist, you'll need to make time for me," Lin Yan wanted to be a good wife, not needing to worry about the household affairs, but at least wanting to take good care of her husband's health.
"I've been quite busy lately."
Lin Yan retorted, "When are you not busy? Spare me half a day, I'll let you know once I've contacted the specialist."
Lu Chenyuan saw how serious Lin Yan was, insisting he go to the hospital, and found he had little strength left to resist.
"Got it, let me know the time in advance."
