After almost a minute, the pulse diagnosis between the two finally came to an end.
"Write it down, it's a good opportunity for a calligraphy competition," Han Suman suggested.
Sun Chuanrong chuckled helplessly, "Seems like you really want to win in everything against me."
Shortly after, Wu brought over two sets of calligraphy tools from Sun Chuanrong's office. These were his cherished items, he had several sets in his office.
Prepare the paper, dampen the brush, raise the brush, and start writing.
Once Han Suman meticulously finished writing, she reviewed from beginning to end to ensure nothing was missed, then nodded contentedly.
When she looked up, she found Sun Chuanrong still calmly wielding his brush with his usual composed demeanor.
