Xu Xinran, feeling embarrassed, responded, "Yao Yang is right. I didn't consider it thoroughly. My leg can wait; Zhenzhen is more important. Master Lu, please let us know if there's anything we need to prepare."
"No problem, there's no need for equipment. I'll just check your pulse," Lu Miao replied.
Lu Miao reached out and took Xu Xinran's wrist, and from the corner of her eye, she noticed Wen Yaoyang suddenly tensing his body, her lips slightly curling up.
Then Lu Miao turned to Wen Yao Yang and asked, "Can I take a look at the medication you bought from the hospital?"
Wen Yaoyang's hand holding the bag tightened, but he maintained a gentle smile on his face and said, "They are just some common medications for treating myasthenia gravis."
Lu Miao nodded and reached out for the bag.
Wen Yaoyang's fingertips holding the bag turned pale, but eventually, he handed over the medications to her.