President, go away!

"In that case, I\'ll tell you!"

The attending doctor looked sympathetically at Jack, whose face was almost frozen with tension, sighed and said, "He is suffering from frostbite, which is a family genetic disease. Now that you know it, you should understand that there is basically no chance that he will be cured. Moreover, he seems to know this situation himself, and the probability of his disease is much higher now. He will often have uncontrollable hands and feet and fall down."

"Frostbite?!" Jack looked at the doctor strangely, as if he were telling a big joke. "Doctor, are you wrong? How can our boss get such a disease? Our boss has a physical examination every year. How can he get such a disease? Impossible!"

"We won\'t make a mistake!" said the doctor lightly. "Now it\'s just a disease. I hope you have a psychological preparation. His disease has worsened and he can\'t last long. I\'d better suggest you take him to the United States for treatment. The medical environment and clinical experiments there are much better than ours. One more thing..."

The doctor said, "his throat is very inflamed due to coughing. You should talk to him as little as possible, otherwise his throat will be destroyed. You should try to let him have a good rest and not talk too much."

It was like a bolt from the blue.

At that moment, the two people standing in the corridor were shocked.

"What did you say..." Rick looked straight at the doctor and his voice trembled because he couldn\'t believe it. "What did you say? Boss, there\'s something wrong with your voice? How can it..."

"Yes..."

Before the doctor finished, Rick grabbed his shoulder and sounded painfully, "how is it possible? Our boss has frostbite, but his voice is good. There won\'t be any problem."

It was almost a roar of pain, ringing in the empty corridor.

"Rick, come on, wait until the boss wakes up!"

The sound made Rick quiet for a moment. He looked up at Jack with deep pain and sadness in his eyes. His voice was fragile in an instant.

"Boss, it\'ll be fine. It\'ll be fine."

Rick frowned.

He took Jack\'s hand on his arm and leaned back against the cold wall. His eyes were as fragile as glass.

The lights in the corridor dragged their shadows helplessly.

"Rick, does madam know about boss\'s illness? Let\'s go to madam. She should know about boss\'s illness. If madam is with boss, boss will be stronger." Jack looked at Rick.

Rick certainly knows this layer, but as long as he tells Shen Qingqing, once ouqing knows, he will drive him away together. In this case, there will be no one around him.

So without the boss\'s permission, he would never go to Shen Qingqing.

"Wait until the boss wakes up. Don\'t go to his wife for the time being. Just make sure she\'s okay. As for the boss\'s illness, don\'t tell her first."