Tang Xiaoman couldn't help but grab Zhang Yichen's arm, put the fingers of his right hand on his wrist, and carefully felt the pulse of his wrist.
His pulse beat strongly and powerfully, but under that strong pulse, there was an almost imperceptible sluggishness.
Tang Xiaoman frowned, and the strength in his hand became a little heavier.
The pulse measurement in their profession does not care about injury or illness, but only about life and death.
But this boy's pulse condition gave her a very bad feeling.
"Hey, you know Chinese medicine?"
Seeing Tang Xiaoman looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, Zhang Yichen started teasing her, "How about it, do you think I'm very lively?"
"Bright and vigorous" Tang Xiaoman sneered, "I'm afraid it won't be long before you even have the strength to speak.
Tell me, have you been having trouble sleeping at night recently?
Even if you fall asleep, you are easily awakened, or you are simply being pressed into bed by ghosts. , I’m very conscious, but I can’t move.”
Zhang Yichen, who had been smiling playfully just now, suddenly changed his expression when he heard what she said, and he questioned: "How did you know?"
"How did I know?"
Tang Xiaoman gently scraped under Zhang Yichen's eyelids with his fingers, and a light layer of foundation was removed.
"You think I can't see the black and blue under your eyes if you put on foundation?"
Zhang Yichen awkwardly gestured to Tang Xiaoman to keep quiet: "I can't help it.
You don't know how ugly it is to have a black eye."
"It doesn't matter if it's ugly.
You should feel uncomfortable after two days."
Tang Xiaoman glared at him, and then asked, "Did you get into trouble by hanging out in nightclubs recently?"
"Not really."
Zhang Yichen yawned, "You also know that my cafe has just opened, and it is also a property in my name.
How can I have so much time to go to nightclubs?
It would be too much to stay there every night. ” cafes Only then did Tang Xiaoman think of the restaurant where she had just eaten at noon yesterday.
Could it be that in addition to the osmanthus forest outside, there was a problem with the cafe?
She also had to find time to talk to Mu Yunbai about her encounter with the impostor in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest.
Just as I was thinking about this, the school bell rang again.
The group of little girls on the podium reluctantly left Mu Yunbai's side, each with a look of regret on their face.
"Just now, I had a brief exchange of ideas with some students during the break," Mu Yunbai, who stood on the podium again, straightened his suit jacket and said seriously, "This is a very good start, but I am a I am a very busy person and I need a class representative to help me with some daily tasks.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of girls who had been surrounding him were all eager to try.
They sat there with their necks stretched out in high spirits, hoping to be taken by him.
But Mu Yunbai just smiled and said nothing, and looked around the room in a mysterious manner, and then stopped at Tang Xiaoman: "This classmate, in the last class, I found that you were a little absent-minded.
Are you worried about the teacher?"
Dissatisfied with the way the class was conducted” "I" Tang Xiaoman pointed to his nose, and then noticed the gloating eyes of the people around him, and reluctantly thought about what Mu Yunbai was doing by sneaking out at this time.
But as a student, it is always bad to ignore the teacher's questions.
So Tang Xiaoman shook his head like a rattle and said: "No, the teacher is easy to understand in class.
We all like this teaching method
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