"Okay." Manbao took her hand, not even using a pulse pillow, just placing it on her lap to check her pulse.
Mingda: ...
She looked at Changyu, then at Zhou Man, feeling something was off, but she couldn't determine if Changyu was really sick.
Could liking or disliking a person be considered an illness?
Then who in this world wouldn't be sick?
Even saints have likes and dislikes, right?
Seeing her sister cooperating with Zhou Man like this, Mingda opened her mouth but ultimately didn't ask the question.
After a while, Manbao withdrew her hand and said seriously, "You have some internal heat and food stagnation. Have you been eating too much meat?"
Changyu: "The meat recently has been delicious."
