As he spoke, he took a thermometer from the sterilization container on the table and handed it to Xin Xiaoxiao.
"Maybe it's because the medicine in your hospital isn't good, it's fake," Xin Xiaoxiao grumbled with her lips pouted, then took the thermometer and tucked it under her armpit.
Her legs felt weak, so she pulled up a stool next to the doctor, bent over, and sat down, lying on the table.
The doctor was both amused and at a loss by her previous comment, "Miss Xin really knows how to joke."
Xiang Yiqing's face turned dark.
To say right in front of him that the medicine at his family's hospital is fake, this girl really needs a spanking, not deserving of any sympathy.
To avoid being infuriated, he pointed at Xin Xiaoxiao with a warning, "From now on, only speak when I tell you to."
Xin Xiaoxiao obediently nodded upon hearing that.
She lay on the table, gentle like a soft little rabbit.
