As soon as Chen Yu said this, Zhang Qingshan almost fell off his chair.
Poisoned?
"Dr. Chen, are you sure my son is poisoned?"
Zhang Qingshan was shocked, and Zhang Jianshe had his heart in his throat.
"I'm a professional psychologist. I won't make an unfounded diagnosis."
Chen Yu's words did not calm Zhang Jianshe down but instead made him more concerned.
A psychologist who could diagnose his patient as poisoned—what's happening?
"Dad, Grandpa, if I get poisoned, will I die?" Zhang Xiaobei asked nervously.
"Don't worry, grandson. Dr. Chen will definitely make sure you're fine."
After comforting his grandson, Zhang Qingshan turned his head to Chen Yu and asked.
"Dr. Chen, who the hell is it that wants to harm my precious grandson?"
"Your grandson likes drinking Coke very much," Chen Yu explained. "He drinks at least three or four bottles daily, right?"
"That's right."