Fu Yanzhou, nonchalant, didn't bother to put on a shirt and simply turned sideways to make way, "Come in and talk."
Inside one room, there were nothing but exercise equipment. Fu Yanzhou was dripping with sweat, beads of it covering his chest.
Su Nanxing said, "You shouldn't push yourself too hard with your current exercise regimen. Take it slowly."
Fu Yanzhou said, "I know. I've recently been focusing on upper body strength training, not overusing my legs."
"That's good."
Su Nanxing still felt uneasy, wanting to leave since he seemed okay, "Also, you should eat well."
"I haven't had much of an appetite these days." Fu Yanzhou, seeing her gaze drifting elsewhere, laughed, "When you give me acupuncture, there's no part of me you haven't seen. Why can't you look now?"
Su Nanxing, being a doctor who also administered acupuncture to patients, was no stranger to undressed patients.
But Fu Yanzhou's remark was ambiguous and easily misunderstood.