Chu Yang turned and walked into the treatment room, "Come in."
With a glance at the treatment room, a blush crept onto Li Yuru's cheeks, and she bit her lip as she walked in.
Click.
Chu Yang closed the door.
Li Yuru asked nervously, "Why did you close the door?"
"I prefer peace when I'm treating someone; I don't like to be disturbed. That way, I can concentrate fully on treating the patient," Chu Yang said calmly.
Li Yuru's face turned somewhat embarrassed; she had misunderstood Chu Yang.
"Chu Yang, I haven't been feeling well this morning. My whole body feels weak, and I can't really describe where it doesn't feel right—it just doesn't," Li Yuru explained her symptoms to Chu Yang, nervously looking at him.
Chu Yang looked as though he had long anticipated this, "Don't worry, this is no big deal. I expected this."
"Ah? You knew this would happen?" Li Yuru was somewhat surprised.
