Tian Xiaobei replied, "Just reading books and treating illnesses."
Pang Yanyan burst into laughter, looking very bold and charming, "Then...since you enjoy treating illnesses so much, can you tell if someone is ill just by their appearance, like me?"
Tian Xiaobei, who originally did not dare to scrutinize Pang Yanyan, now felt at ease looking at her.
Her eyes were not large, but they turned up slightly at the corners, which gave her a distinguished air. She had a high nose bridge and full lips. At first glance, she might not seem very pretty, but she was indeed pleasing to look at over time, especially those eyes, which exuded a bold confidence.
"Hey, you've been looking for a while, have you noticed anything?" Pang Yanyan asked again.
Tian Xiaobei politely smiled, "Lady, your complexion is slightly dull, which indicates poor circulation. If I'm not mistaken, your hands and feet tend to become extremely cold in winter and you suffer from painful menstruation. Am I right?"