Seeing Cheng Yue, Zhang Yang couldn't help but blush slightly. Since he was a boy, he had followed his father to treat the women of many aristocratic families, and considered himself to have seen all kinds of beauties, but seemingly none were as ethereal and pure as she was. That such a lovely woman could suffer from a fool's disease was simply against natural justice.
He steadied his mind, dared not look at the beauty again, and used a wipe to take Cheng Yue's pulse.
While taking her pulse, he listened to Qian Yixiu describe the symptoms roughly. After the examination, he said, "Madam Qian's amnesia could likely have been caused by a head injury from previous years, but given how much time has passed, it may not be easy to recover her previous memories... Has she been somewhat irritable lately?"
Qian Yixiu nodded hurriedly.
