"Now, as long as I take my son's pulse once, I will give you the antidote."

Zhu Feng's brows frowned again.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yun insisted on taking his pulse.

Not to mention whether there is any problem with your body, even if there is a problem, you should know and control it yourself, rather than letting an outsider point fingers.

But when he mentioned this, Nan Yan next to him began to turn his elbow out again.

Nan Yan held his sleeve and said softly: "Master, since the matter has been completed, why not ask Mr. Xue to take a pulse for you?"

“…”

"If it's okay."

“…”

"If something happens"

Speaking of this, Zhu Feng glared at her fiercely, Nan Yan's own voice choked, and then said, "It will definitely be fine!"

"snort!"

Xue Yun still looked at Zhu Feng: "Young Master Huang, this is what we agreed on before."

“…”

Indeed, even if you have not shown the emperor's identity, a gentleman's word is as good as hell.

He can't speak nonsense in front of others.

Zhu Feng thought about it, finally sighed in his heart, and then said, "Well, let me have a diagnosis."

“…”

"But I don't believe you, even if you diagnose something, I won't care."

Then Xue Yun could only smile.

He could naturally see that this "Young Master Huang" was a difficult master to serve. If it weren't for the wife beside him who repeatedly spoke up, he would probably have pinched his neck and forced himself to hand over the marrow-washing flower, and then left.

At this time, Zhu Feng stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeve a little.

A strong and sturdy wrist was revealed.

Although his wrists are thick, they do not appear to be silly. Instead, because of their solid muscles, the lines are very beautiful. Putting them on the table can reflect a kind of strength and beauty.

Xue Yun took a look, lowered his head, and took a deep breath.

Then he touched Zhu Feng's pulse.

Nan Yan, who was beside him, immediately held his breath.

Even Ran Xiaoyu, who had been following them without saying a word, took a step forward at this time and looked at them carefully.

The entire building was as quiet as if only Zhu Feng's breathing was left.

He felt that Xue Yun's fingers were a little cool. Perhaps because of his pampering habits, his hands were well maintained and a little soft. When he clasped his pulse, he seemed to have a bounce of his fingers every time he pulsed.

Before I knew it, time passed for a while.

Seeing that Xue Yun just frowned, he held his breath and took his pulse, but he didn't say anything, Nan Yan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Want to ask.

But just as he was about to speak, he saw him say to Zhu Feng again: "Please change your hand."

"Um?"

Zhu Feng only felt that he was getting more and more frowning, and his brows furrowed.

But Nan Yan kept poking his waist down and urging: "Let you change it, change it quickly."

“…”

He couldn't help but grit his teeth, and could only put his other hand on the table again. This time, Xue Yun personally rolled up his sleeves for him, exposed his wrist, and still held his pulse for half a day.

This time, Zhu Feng finally became a little impatient.

He said in a deep voice: "How is it?"

“…”

When Xue Yun heard this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Zhu Feng.
Chapter completed!