Lu Mingzhen shook his head, "I don't feel unwell, I came to you because I wanted to talk about something else."
Lu Lingche almost immediately perceived his biological father's scheming and looked at him coldly, "What could you possibly have to discuss with her? Speak to me directly if there's something. She's busy treating patients and doesn't have the time to chat with you."
Qiao Yin, however, had already subconsciously lifted Lu Mingzhen's wrist and started to check his pulse with the other hand.
Although Lu Mingzhen said that he felt fine, sometimes patients like to act tough and won't admit when they're not well.
Just to be safe, it's better to take his pulse.
After checking the pulse, Qiao Yin breathed a sigh of relief; Lu Mingzhen's health really wasn't bad.
She couldn't help but laugh, "It's an occupational hazard. You said you were fine but I still wasn't at ease, so I took your pulse again. Please don't be offended."