"Madam, please extend your hand."
Jian Yufei also took out a pulse pillow, placed it on the bed, and then gently laid Nangong Ruyue's hand on it.
Hua Zhongsheng took her pulse and quietly diagnosed.
After a long time, he withdrew his hand and said, "Madam, this is due to emotional distress. I mentioned it last time, madam, you must relax your mind. This will be beneficial for you and the child in your womb. Otherwise, no matter how good my medical skills are, they can't cure your illness."
Nangong Ruyue listened without any reaction.
She didn't care at all about the child in her womb, nor did she care about her own body.
Jian Yufei felt a deep sorrow seeing her so lifeless.
She couldn't help but smile and comfort her, "Madam, you must listen to what my godfather says. You can go out more, relax your mind."
Nangong Ruyue glanced at her and nodded slightly.
Then she gestured to the maid: [Go fetch my jewelry box.]
