"Put your hand out, I'll take your pulse," Lin Tian said.
As he spoke, he was still observing Xu Xianrong's complexion. White—extremely white—the kind of unhealthy pallor with not a trace of blood.
Even with the temperature this high, and Xu Xianrong wrapped up so tightly, there wasn't a single bead of sweat on her forehead. Her face was deathly pale—that was from being frozen!
Xu Xianrong forced a delicate smile, shook her head, and said, "Forget it. I'm already very happy you came to see me. In this condition, there's no way you can cure me."
Lin Tian shot to his feet with a "whoosh," glaring with round eyes as he said, "What do you mean there's no way I can cure you? If you don't let me take a look, how am I supposed to treat you? Hurry up, give me your hand."
Xu Xianrong playfully rolled her eyes at Lin Tian. She was clearly the elder here, alright? What kind of attitude was this brat?!
