Oh, no need to look, her mouth must be swollen!
Rong Yan had just evened out her breathing when she struggled against his wrist and said, "Li Shengxiao, let me go first, your temperature is not right, let me check your pulse to see if you're running a fever."
She had learned traditional Chinese medicine, so taking a pulse was no big issue.
She could still make a simple diagnosis for a cold or fever.
To prevent herself from being interrupted before she finished speaking, Rong Yan rushed out in one breath, "Are you running a fever? The palm of your hand is very hot."
"Let me go, I'll check on you. If you have a fever, there should be some fever medicine at home, you should take one."
Unable to free herself, she could only voice her concerns. But the worried expression was genuinely there.
Li Shengxiao looked at the worried face of the little woman beneath him, and his heart tightened in spurts, the sharp pain from earlier hitting him again.
