"How could you have guessed?" Bei Shuo said as she sat beside Mu Ci. She casually placed the towel on her head and said to Mu Ci, "Give me your hand!"
Mu Ci was caught by surprise.
Bei Shuo stood up impatiently and grabbed Mu Ci's hand to place it on the armrest of the wheelchair. "Let me take your pulse."
She placed her fingers on Mu Ci's wrist familiarly. The indifference on her face suddenly disappeared, and the towel on her head fell to the sofa.
She stood up and ordered Mu Ci, "This hand."
Bei Shuo's expression turned grave.
"Stick out your tongue and let me take a look." Bei Shuo's voice became serious.
Just as Mu Ci was about to speak, Bei Shuo held his chin and said again, "Show me your tongue."
Mu Ci obeyed.
Bei Shuo let go after examining him. She frowned and sat back on the sofa, looking at Mu Ci.
