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Luo Ziling whispered something into Yang Qingyin's ear.
Immediately, Yang Qingyin's pretty face turned bright red, and she abruptly pulled her hand from Luo Ziling's grip.
Luo Ziling had just finished taking her pulse but hadn't let go right away; instead, he kept his three fingers on her wrist.
Luo Ziling had indeed intended to let go, not wishing to be rude, even though he very much wanted to hold onto Yang Qingyin's hand.
Yang Qingyin, not angry but curious after she freed her hand, looked at Luo Ziling, "It seems your medical skills are pretty good, truly from a Family of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but... why are you studying clinical medicine?"
Luo Ziling grinned, "I still don't know what you study, yet you know I'm here to study medicine, that's a bit unfair."
"There are quite a few posts about you on the university forum, haven't you paid attention?" Yang Qingyin asked with a tilt of her head, somewhat incredulously.
