Qiao Xi took his pulse and found his heartbeat strong and powerful, without the slightest problem.
His Qi and blood seemed abundant, his body unharmed.
She looked up at Huo Xingzhou, hesitant, "Do you really feel unwell? What kind of discomfort is it?"
"Oppressed chest, heavy heart."
Huo Xingzhou lied straight-faced to her.
Qiao Xi's gentle voice chimed in, "There's nothing wrong with your body; it might be psychosomatic. Mainly psychological issues causing this… Have you been under a lot of stress lately? Or is there something particularly troubling you?"
Qiao Xi felt guilty within, for she had been preoccupied with the needle trial conference and, indeed, had not paid attention to Huo Xingzhou's movements for a while.
