Seeing Su Zhiyu so confident, Zhen Qianjin, who was lying in the curtains, suddenly became curious.

She subconsciously stretched out her little hand and tightened Mrs. Zhen's palm along the bed.

"Mom, why not let them give it a try!"

She didn't have much expectations.

Just a close look, this little girl who is neither humble nor arrogant.

Since she fell ill, she has encountered many flattering people, and such righteousness and harsh words are rare.

At this moment, she became very interested in Su Zhiyu.

Mrs. Zhen originally wanted to drive Su Zhiyu out of the mansion, but her daughter grabbed her wrist.

It is rare to see his daughter interested, so Mrs. Zhen did not stop her from doing anything else.

She snorted coldly, raised her sleeves and waved at Su Zhiyu.

"Okay, if you don't have any skills, let's see how my wife dealt with you."

After putting down his harsh words, Mrs. Zhen reluctantly patted Zhen Qianjin's back of her hand, and then she freed up a space on the edge of the bed.

"Hurry up!"

She urged her twice, staring at Su Zhiyu with disgust.

Su Zhiyu was not angry either. He slowly stepped forward, his little face calm.

"Ms. Zhen, can you ask me to give you a pulse?"

Su Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his body and bowed.

Zhen Qianjin was also very involved. She lifted up a piece of her sleeve and showed her fair wrist.

The wrist is slender and the jade color is natural, and Su Zhiyu can hold it at all.

However, as Zhen Qianjin rolled up her sleeves, a large piece of red butterfly spots began to appear on her arm.

People who don’t know the truth look as eye-catching as a birthmark from a distance.

Su Zhiyu held his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and observed carefully before slowly taking Zhen Qianjin's pulse.

"Miss, have you always felt weak and occasionally felt hot after you discovered these erythema? Even your hair was a little lost?"

Su Zhiyu asked carefully while cutting the pulse.

When Zhen Qianjin heard this, his eyes, which were originally a little desolate, suddenly lit up, and his outstretched wrist trembled.

"How did you... know?"

Zhen Qianjin suddenly sat up from the half-lying position, shocked.

"Recently, there have been more red spots and more hair, so I'm ashamed to meet people."

Zhen Qianjin lay on the bed, holding the curtain tightly with his other hand, feeling melancholy.

"Now, I'm afraid I'm so ugly. How can I survive like this!"

Zhen Qianjin said, his voice filled with deep sadness, and he could still hear her sob in a low voice.

Su Zhiyu hurriedly held Zhen Qianjin's hand and comforted her slightly.

"Miss, don't be discouraged. Your disease is not a terminal illness. Although it has always been difficult to deal with, it is not untreatable!"

If she hadn't diagnosed correctly, Zhen Qianjin should have lupus.

This disease is an autoimmune disease. When it occurs, it will have butterfly-like erythema all over the body, which will not hurt or itch.

However, once the disease occurs, it is often accompanied by pathological fever, fatigue, hair loss, and even alopecia areata.

If she hadn't seen a large number of black hairs falling off under the bed just now, she wouldn't have made such a conclusion!

When he heard that it was not a terminal illness, Zhen Qianjin suddenly felt hope and was so excited that he lifted the curtain up.

"Really? Do you have a way to cure it?"

Su Zhiyu didn't expect Zhen Qianjin to be so excited, and was shocked at the moment, but she soon calmed down.
Chapter completed!