Gu Nanyan gave the old TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) practitioner a faint glance, her demeanor calm and composed as she rested her wrist on the soft pulse-taking cushion.
The old TCM practitioner's two fingers gently landed on her pulse, very gently.
Gu Nanyan looked at the other party as if nothing was happening, not letting her emotions show, not letting on that she was being dishonest, as if she really were pregnant.
After feeling Gu Nanyan's pulse for a while, the old TCM practitioner gently withdrew his hand, "Miss, we're done."
No sooner had the old doctor's words fallen than Gu Nanyan had time to pull down her sleeve, Li Ling by her side was the first to speak, asking, "Dr. Ding, is she pregnant?"
The way Gu Nanyan had just squared off with them, she didn't look pregnant at all.
The old TCM practitioner did not reply to Li Ling's words but simply put away the cushion, looking leisurely toward the old Master Jiang.
