Zhang Qiyan's conversation with Li Ye left a sour ache in Li Ye's heart.
Although Zhang Qiyan repeatedly said that he was still in good health and could live many more years, Li Ye could not shake his unease.
When they returned home, the considerate little wife noticed that something was off about Li Ye.
"What's wrong with you today? Little Pouch was talking to you just now, and you actually drifted off."
"Huh? I drifted off?"
"Could I possibly be lying to you? What happened to you today? Why do you look like you've lost your soul?"
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Li Ye was a textbook daughter-doting father. Even if Little Pouch asked questions that left people not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Li Ye would answer them earnestly and carefully.
And Li Ye had always been broad-minded, able to take any setback or hardship in stride. How could he possibly be so absent-minded? Wen Leyu was quite worried now.
"Teacher was hospitalized today. I went to see him, and he said some... strange things to me. Can you use your connections to find out what exactly is wrong with his health?"
Li Ye repeated what Zhang Qiyan had said to him to Wen Leyu, then wanted to get to the bottom of Zhang Qiyan's condition.
Wen Leyu slowly shook her head. "Professor Zhang's medical records must be under special control. It's not that I can't access them, but finding them without making a sound would be nearly impossible."
Li Ye: "."
Anyone capable of influencing national policy would be subject to all kinds of protection and restrictions. Zhang Qiyan was no longer an ordinary person.
But then Wen Leyu said faintly, "Although it isn't convenient to look into Professor Zhang's medical records, we can still guess a little. What he