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"I... have been poisoned?"
Disbelief filled Zhe Jue's eyes at that moment.
Considering himself in perfect health without a trace of illness, he had been poisoned?
"Zhong You, you couldn't have diagnosed it wrong, could you? How could I possibly be..."
"Shut up!"
Lin Caisang didn't want to hear his voice and shouted sternly.
Zhe Jue immediately raised his hand, covered his mouth, and shook his head towards Lin Caisang's back, holding his breath as he watched the matriarch administer acupuncture to his lord.
After a while, Lin Caisang finally ceased her efforts, raising her sleeve to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead.
"Come here, I'll take your pulse."
She turned around and said to Zhe Jue.
"Oh, oh."
Zhe Jue walked over obediently and stretched out his hand, offering it to Lin Caisang.
Lin Caisang reached out and took Zhe Jue's pulse, and after a moment, she bit her red lip, her eyes dimming as she gazed into the distance.
