"What are you looking at? Why don't you get out?!" The man was a little frightened by Chen Fan's eyes, which were too deep to look like a human being, and he yelled inwardly.
Chen Fan looked away, his tone still calm, but with an unmistakable indifference: "You have excessive anger and heart congestion. If I read correctly, in the past three months, you have often woken up in the middle of the night with palpitations and angina, and you have a pinprick sensation on your back corresponding to the Xinshu point."
The angry look on the man's face froze for an instant, then turned into shock and a hint of panic. "You... How do you know?"
Chen Fan didn't answer, just hung the takeout bag on the door handle, turned and walked towards the elevator.
"Your disease cannot be diagnosed by modern medicine. But you will definitely die within three months."
The sound was not loud, but it struck the man's mind like a thunder. He suddenly wanted to grab Chen Fan and ask, but found that the other person had already walked into the elevator that happened to be opened. His back was ordinary, but there was an unfathomable depth that made his whole body cold.
