"What hospital? Wasting time blindly, both my husband, Acheng, and I are doctors!" Feng Qingxue had a faint suspicion, "Stretch out your hand, let me take your pulse."
Bai Xue obediently extended her hand.
After taking pulses on both hands, Feng Qingxue looked extremely serious, "Acheng, your turn to take a feel."
Seeing her expression, Bai Xue got scared and said with a woeful face, "Qingxue, I don't have a serious illness, do I? Am I going to die? I don't want to die; I haven't lived my good days yet, and my dreams haven't been realized."
"What dreams?" While Guan Cheng was taking her pulse, Feng Qingxue asked casually.
