Qin Yuru was pondering how to keep Zhang Xiaowei around.
And to make her good sister, Zhen Meili, believe in him.
However, just at this moment, Zhen Meili herself became anxious.
"Is there anything else?"
Zhang Xiaowei stopped in his tracks and turned back to ask nonchalantly.
"Can you really determine my health just by taking my pulse?"
Zhen Meili looked at Zhang Xiaowei, who had stopped, and asked in surprise.
"Traditional Chinese medicine values observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. Pulse diagnosis is just one part of it."
Zhang Xiaowei had intended to leave, but out of consideration for Qin Yuru's sake, he still replied patiently.
"I was wrong before. I felt you were too young and unreliable, so..."
Zhen Meili awkwardly explained her earlier distrust towards Zhang Xiaowei and then quickly expressed her new recognition of him.
"But based on your judgment just now, I believe you do have real skills."
