Don’t Get Agitated. Let’s Talk Things Out

After Gu Yan cleaned up the table, he sat down in front of Fu Tingyu. He looked at Fu Tingyu's face, but he wasn't in a hurry to answer him. Instead, he started to observe him.

After trying the medicine, his face was obviously paler than before. Whether it was effective or not, he wouldn't know until he checked his pulse.

He took out a diagnosis pad and placed it on the pearwood tea table. "Give me your hand. I want to see how it works."

Fu Tingyu glanced at Gu Yan. This was the first time he had seen him speak so slowly. He knew that it was not a good thing subconsciously.

He extended his wrist to the pad and poured himself a cup of tea with his other hand. His slender fingers picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was a little cold, but it quenched his thirst.

Gu Yan placed his two fingers on Fu Tingyu's pulse and listened carefully.