Mo Yongheng didn't even look at the lockbox, his eyes still stayed on Tan Bengbeng's face.
Seeing her lost look, she frowned slightly.
It seems to be hesitating.
He took two steps forward and softened his voice.
"You don't vomit well, your complexion doesn't look normal, doctors don't treat themselves, if you trust me, let me take a look for you..."
"How do you know that I'm a doctor?" Tan Bengbeng raised his head when he heard his words.
Looking at him intently.
For a moment, Mo Yongheng thought she saw something.
He moved his lips, wanting to speak, but didn't know what to say.
On the other hand, Qi Yan, who was standing aside and didn't know what kind of riddle they were playing, saw Tan Bengbeng staring at Mo Yongheng all the time, looking fascinated, so anxious that no one would drag Mo Yongheng out!
He straightened Tan Bengbeng's face with his hand, so that she could only look at herself and answer for Mo Yongheng.
"Your background is so easy to check. As long as you check what you did in City H, you can find out that you worked in a hospital. If you're not a doctor, could you be a killer?"
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
Is it just that
It turned out that she was overthinking again.
Tan Bengbeng lowered his eyes in disappointment.
Mo Yongheng breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just that the worry in his eyes hasn't faded away, and he still wants to feel her pulse uneasy.
Qi Yan stopped in front of him without saying a word.
"Forget it! With me here, no one else needs to take Bengbeng's pulse!"
Do you think his title of "King of Medicine" is fake
Fighting is his side job, Mo Yongheng can't beat him, let alone medicine, which he is most proficient in
"So, you know why Beng Beng vomited?" Mo Yongheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Qi Yan.
A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
Qi Yan was startled, and coughed lightly, "Of course I know, but why should I tell you?"
"Then don't stop me from taking her pulse." Mo Yongheng passed Qi Yan and walked in front of Tan Bengbeng.
Before his hand touched a single hair of hers, Qi Yan had already squeezed between them.
"I won't let you touch her!"
"Step aside!"
Mo Yongheng's eyes darkened.
Judging by the posture, the two are about to fight again if they disagree.
Tan Bengbeng really didn't have the energy to stop them, so he just looked at Mo Yongheng and said, "I'm fine, maybe I'm seasick, it's the same as last time, just sit for a while."
"And last time? How long have you been retching like this?"
Mo Yongheng's pupils suddenly shrank!
There was a dangerous light reflected in the fundus of the eyes, as if the eyes were about to kill.
Tan Bengbeng didn't know why he was so angry, so he replied subconsciously, "Only twice, maybe because of seasickness, and because of being angry."
As for who was angry, the two men tacitly agreed.
No one dared to say anything.
At this moment, Mo Yongheng was thinking about another thing...
He clearly remembered that she wasn't seasick, so how could she vomit because of seasickness
He always felt that something was wrong.
But Qi Yan kept blocking him, and Tan Bengbeng was only polite to him and didn't trust him.
If he insisted on taking her pulse, anyone would suspect that his purpose was impure.
It's fine for others, he doesn't want her to think he is a bad person.
Seeing how nervous Qi Yan was about her, he shouldn't let her have any trouble.
Forget it today, this account will be settled with him another day!
"The old Patriarch's medicines are all in the box, and they are divided into two types." Seeing that he was no longer angry, Tan Bengbeng asked someone to open the silver combination box on the coffee table.
In addition to the pills, there is also a whole row of blue injections.