It would be strange if he wasn't nervous. One of Xiahou Xiyue's hands tightly grasped Duanmu Xiu's wrist. Both of them were in the same mood, expecting and fearing, fearing that it would all be in vain.

"Extend your wrist and let me feel your pulse first." Dr. Zhang said gently.

"Yes." Xiahou Xiyue stretched out her hand and felt his pulse.
Chapter completed!