"Haha..."
At Zhang Yixin's coy demeanor, Lin Bei burst into hearty laughter.
In response, Zhang Yixin's face turned red again as she pinched the soft flesh at his waist and said, "I thought you were really skilled in medicine. Who'd have thought you were just bluffing, huh? Wait... something's not right..."
Zhang Yixin suddenly remembered something and stared intently at Lin Bei again. "Just now, you took my grandpa's pulse for half a minute and then approximated his condition. You're definitely not an ordinary military doctor."
"Stop pretending. I'll never believe my man is mediocre. After we get back, you should go to Qian Jin Pavilion to see patients. With your ability, I'm confident that Qian Jin Pavilion's reputation will grow bigger and bigger."
Upon hearing this, beads of sweat formed on Lin Bei's forehead.
He really did not want to go to work.
"Wife..."
"What do you want to say?"
