At that moment, Ji Xi firmly believed there was something wrong with his ears.
He must have misheard the subject. In disbelief, he asked, "Who?"
Yet his boss told him with complete certainty, no, he had not misheard; his boss was simply having a moment of madness: "Me."
Ji Xi: "..."
Ji Xi found it difficult to describe how complicated his feelings were at that moment. All he could do was tell his boss with utmost sincerity, "That's practically impossible."
"It's fine," Yan Xianjue said, looking remarkably easygoing. "Look into it as much as you can. Find whatever you can."
Ji Xi fell silent for a moment before asking, "What if President Yan asks?"
Yan Xianjue sneered. "Then tell him to come ask me directly."
Ji Xi understood. Fine. It seemed this was a brand-new kind of family issue.
"We're not using the Yan Household's connections this time?"
"Mm." Yan Xianjue responded quietly. "Also, find me a neurology specialist through your contacts."
Ji Xi's nerves immediately tightened.
Just now, he had thought Yan Xianjue was merely having a conflict with his family.
Only then did he truly become serious. "Are you sick? Is it serious?"
Yan Xianjue neither confirmed nor denied it, merely smiling as he said, "Maybe I'm just overthinking it."
But Ji Xi did not dare treat it as a joke. He seriously told Yan Xianjue on the other end of the phone, "The doctors I can contact definitely won't be as good as the ones the Yan Household can find."
Yan Xianjue shook his head and rejected the suggestion. "It's fine. Let's see first."
Since Ji Xi had begun working for Yan Xianjue, Yan Yi'an had criticized him over all sorts of matters. But when it came to his execution, even a workaholic like Yan Yi'an had