"How could this be possible? How could it be like this? It's wrong, it has to be wrong! Their equipment must have malfunctioned! It must have!" Staring at the color diagnostic image before her, Ye Xuan's mind went blank as she dazedly shook her head, her face ashen.
"Sir, you undergo regular check-ups every three months, and you live your life according to the health regimen prescribed by your doctors. How could this have happened? This report must be wrong!"
Wang Lu, a Martial Artist who had reached the Great Success stage of Dark Energy, was Ye Congjun's personal attendant and had been by his side for more than twenty years. Faced with such dreadful news, how could he possibly believe it? How could he bring himself to? Deep down, being alone in the world, he had long considered Ye Congjun his closest kin. At that moment, the usually composed Wang Lu was utterly panicked.
