He then casually extended his hand, motioning for Song Qingya to go ahead and take his pulse.
Song Qingya started by taking Luo Fuman's pulse.
While she was checking his pulse, Yang Yingzi cracked a joke, her tone teasing.
"With that big belly of my Luo Fuman's, you'd better not find a 'pregnancy pulse'! That would be the biggest joke in the world!"
Hearing his wife's words, Luo Fuman's face flushed. He coughed awkwardly and retorted in a low voice, "Hey, honey, can't you give that mouth of yours a rest? I'm just a little fatter than usual. How did that get twisted into me being 'pregnant'? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"
Song Qingya, however, continued her diagnosis in silence until she finally pulled her hand back.
But Luo Fuman couldn't help but be the first to ask, "How is it? Did you find anything?"
"Don't worry, Brother Luo. There's nothing seriously wrong."
she replied softly.
After hearing this, the tension in Luo Fuman's heart eased slightly.
