Seeing Gu Youyou's insistence, she took it, saying, "Thank you, eldest sister!"
Gu Youyou's ointment was packed in a bamboo tube, which was only slightly thicker than a thumb and very exquisitely made.
She casually chatted with Gu Xiaolian for a few sentences, but her professional habits flared up yet again, as her eyes couldn't help but glance at Gu Xiaolian's belly, which made Gu Xiaolian very embarrassed, her face turning red and then pale by turns.
There, looking at that complexion, Gu Youyou couldn't help wanting to feel her pulse.
"Daya, ah!" Gu Youyou said awkwardly, restraining her own hand, "This belly of yours... how many months is it?"
With her face flushed, Gu Xiaolian said softly, "It's... It's been a bit over six months."
"Ah, over six months?"
At that point, Gu Youyou couldn't restrain herself anymore and reached out to grasp Gu Xiaolian's wrist to take her pulse.
