After hearing Jing Ling's question, Wen Momo swallowed nervously, coughed poorly, and stammered: "My throat... feels a little uncomfortable."
But Jing Ling took it very seriously. He put down the pen he had been holding in his hand, pointed to the seat in front of the examination table and said, "Sit down first."
Wen Momo sat down obediently, thinking he was going to diagnose her pulse, so she put her little hand on the pulse pillow a little stiffly, but Jing Ling reached over, gently pinched her chin, looked at her and said, "Open your mouth."
Wen Momo's chin was gently pinched by his cool fingertips, but the tips of her ears turned red. After all, there were so many people watching behind her, and she had always been thin-skinned, so she suddenly felt embarrassed.
But... she listened to brother Jing Ling's words the most, so even though she was blushing and embarrassed, she still opened her mouth obediently in the end.
It was at this time that Wen Momo heard exclamations from many people around her—
"Wow, Doctor Jing looked at her!"
"Oh, Imperial Doctor Jing started talking to her! Imperial Doctor Jing's voice is so gentle!"
"Oh, it's not fair, it's not fair. Why didn't Dr. Jing even check my pulse when he examined me? He only checked my complexion!"
"Doctor Jing even pinched her chin! Oh my God, she's so domineering, I love her so much! Why isn't that person me?"
…
The more Wen Momo listened, the more ashamed she became, so much so that she accidentally closed her mouth.
Then she saw Jing Ling frown and ordered her: "Open your mouth."
Wen Momo blushed and opened her mouth again, and was forced to look at Jing Ling. However, Jing Ling didn't seem to have any distracting thoughts. Instead, as an imperial doctor, she held the tip of her chin and looked at her carefully. She looked at it for a while, then finally let go, but said lightly: "The throat is too thin."
Junior Sister Shen on the side was confused when she heard this. She didn't understand the meaning of Jing Ling's words at all, and she couldn't write with the pen in her hand... She couldn't write in her illness description that her throat was too thin. Bar? This sounds like it has nothing to do with the condition, as if Jing Ling just checked Wen Momo's throat and then came to a conclusion... No, the tone in which he made this conclusion sounded a bit... complaining? Complaining that Wen Momo's throat is too thin
This, why does it sound weird
However, if it had nothing to do with the condition, why did Jing Ling need to check and why did she say it...
Junior Sister Shen was confused and at a loss for a moment.
After hearing what he said, Wen Momo couldn't help but lowered her head, and half of her ears were dyed red.
When she hesitated to take her little hand back, Jing Ling held her little hand, pressed her wrist, his long fingers gently pressed against her slightly raised little finger, the warmth of his palm pressed against hers, Gradually it gets hotter.
Jing Ling almost held her whole hand and felt her pulse for a long time.
Junior Sister Shen looked at this scene: "..."
She had to say that Doctor Jing's treatment was a bit excessive.
Not to mention that other patients rarely had the opportunity to let him take their pulse with his own hands, and even if he took his pulse, Jing Ling only took the pulse once and then let go, but now... what's going on...
The promised cold noodle iceberg! Dr. Jing has been holding Miss Wen's little hand for a long time! Don't let go yet! The eyes of the girls at the back were all wide-eyed!
(End of chapter)