Mingxin Flower
Han Yanran respectfully replied when she heard Zhou Shengwu's words, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for taking care of me."
"Hahaha." Zhou Shengwu's face showed a rare smile. "Little girl, you are much more likable than this boy. Come, let me take your pulse!"
Han Yanran obediently extended her hand in front of Zhou Shengwu. Han Xing placed a small pillow from the stone table under her wrist.
Zhou Shengwu placed his hand on her wrist, and his expression changed slightly. "Little girl, have you been experiencing palpitations frequently these days?"
Han Yanran nodded. "Yes, Mr. Zhou. I have been experiencing frequent palpitations and nightmares these days. Sometimes, I even feel like I've been forgetting things often, and my mind feels muddled."