Lin Yi concentrated on suturing Keke's wounds and didn't have the time to attend to Doctor Zhang.
"Doctor Zhang, please come this way." The young Emperor bent slightly forward, trying his best to conceal his protruding belly.
Seeing the young Emperor's complexion improving by the moment, Doctor Zhang couldn't help but exclaim, "It's unexpected that Your Majesty's health has recovered so swiftly; let this humble physician check your pulse."
What? Check the young Emperor's pulse?
As soon as these words were uttered, Lin Yi immediately stopped what he was doing, pointing at the person lying on the Dragon Couch.
"Your Majesty is no longer in grave danger, I called you here to examine another injured person."
Lin Yi could sense Doctor Zhang's innate persistence towards the young Emperor, a desire to take his pulse at every encounter.
But could his pulse truly be taken by Doctor Zhang?
No, absolutely not.
"This?"
