Zhuge Jingming hadn't even opened his mouth when Wen Xin directly suppressed his words and made him grunt unhappily a few times.
Wen Xin looked at Zhuge Jingming's dissatisfied expression, said nothing, and walked past him towards the outside.
"Don't don't don't, little... Wen Xin, don't go, I still have something I want to talk to you about, you..."
Zhuge Jingming chased after Wen Xin, and only when Wen Xin stopped did he catch up to her, gasping for breath as he stood beside her.
"You haven't been to the clinic for a long time, your medicine must have run out by now, haven't it? You're not still holding a grudge over me prescribing a bunch of herbal medicine for Mu Chengxi, are you? I really think the effect of the herbal brew is better than that of pills; otherwise, I wouldn't dare force you to take herbal medicine, right?"
