Liu Wentian looked at Qin Qihuang's pale, purplish face with concern and said, "Ms. Qin, are you not feeling well? Let me check your pulse."
"Check my pulse?" Qin Qihuang looked at Liu Wentian in surprise and said, "You know how to treat illnesses too?"
Liu Wentian nodded, "Yes, I'm a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine. Generally speaking, there's hardly any illness I can't cure."
He was extremely confident about his medical skills, which made him sound less than modest. To Qin Qihuang, it seemed rather boastful. However, she was quite grateful for Liu Wentian's assistance earlier. Although she didn't believe him, a polite smile still appeared on her face as she said, "Thank you, but there's no need."
Seeing the pain on her face and the cold sweat on her forehead, Liu Wentian reached for her delicate and fair wrist without hesitation and started to feel her pulse.
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