"Director Liu, do you think the likelihood that he has depression is high?"
When they were taking the patient for an echocardiogram, the young man asked curiously.
"Little bro, with the situation as it is now, anything is possible." Liu Banxia said.
"And for me, what I'm most concerned about right now isn't his possible depression or his OSAHS, but his obesity."
"From what I've observed so far, his weight must be around one hundred fifty or sixty kilos, right? It's almost proportional to his height; his neck is so fat you can't even see his chin."
"If someone gets this fat in a very short period of time, do you think his body can handle that kind of load? It's not just the bones—his internal organs are under a heavy burden too."
"Uh… Director Liu, two years doesn't count as short, does it?" the young man asked in surprise.
"If I let you eat as much as you want, indulge yourself, high protein, high fat, then it's possible." Liu Banxia said.
