Mo Yongheng did not look at the silver box at all and continued to keep his gaze fixated on Tan Bengbeng.
He knitted his eyebrows slightly when he saw her disappointed look.
He seemed to be hesitating over something.
As he took two steps forward, he switched to speak in a gentler tone and said, "You wouldn't vomit if you were fine, and the color on your face did not seem right either. A doctor would not heal herself, but I can examine you if you trust me…"
"How did you know that I am a doctor?" Tan Bengbeng lifted her head up with a whoosh when she heard what he said.
She stared at him with a focused gaze.
For a moment, Mo Yongheng thought that she had realized something.
His lips quivered and he wanted to speak, yet he wasn't sure of what to say.