After Madam Lin left, only two maids remained in the room. Lin Wenxuan sent them out and said to Qi Yu, who was sitting and drinking tea, "Divine Doctor, I think I'm feeling some pain."
Qi Yu glanced at him indifferently and raised her eyebrow, "Where does it hurt?"
Seeing her seemingly pleasant expression, Lin Wenxuan swallowed and, pointing at his chest with an ambiguous tone, said, "It hurts here; perhaps the Divine Doctor could take a look?"
Qi Yu nearly rolled her eyes to heaven—did Lin Wenxuan think her a fool?
Such a small trick and still daring to embarrass himself, Qi Yu snorted coldly inside. Today, she was not in a good mood, so she decided to take it out on Lin Wenxuan.
She put down her teacup, walked over, and sat beside his bed. Looking at Lin Wenxuan, who was clutching his chest and frowning, she slowly hooked her lips and said, "If it hurts, a couple of needles will fix it."
