Chapter 530
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Seeing this, Fengjiu had no choice but to say, "President Ke, tell me about it!"
"To be honest, my cultivation has been stagnant ever since I entered the Nascent Soul stage. I haven't been able to find the root of the problem. I heard from my clan brother that the Ninth Young Master's medical skills are amazing. It's rare to meet the Ninth Young Master here, so I'd like to ask the Ninth Young Master to take a look at me."
"Oh?"
Fengjiu was surprised. She originally thought that he wanted to ask for a pill, so she rejected him directly. She hadn't been refining pills recently, and her control of pills wasn't as good as that of medicine. But since he was asking for help, there was no harm.
"Show me your hand." She motioned for him to show his wrist.
Hearing this, President Ke was overjoyed. He immediately rolled up his sleeves slightly, exposing his wrist on the table. He watched as the Ghost Doctor raised her hand to take his pulse, but at this moment …
"Cough!"
A light cough was heard, startling him and the Ghost Doctor. They glanced at Ling Mohan, who was staring at them with one hand on his lips and slowly putting it down after a light cough. They didn't understand what was going on.
Ling Mohan glanced at the two of them. His deep gaze swept across the room and landed on Leng Hua. He ordered in a deep voice, "Why aren't you getting a handkerchief for your master?"
Hearing this, the few people in the room were instantly petrified. The shock on their faces couldn't be concealed.
Especially President Ke, who opened his mouth wide in shock. He looked at the bearded man dumbfoundedly. What, what did this mean? Could it be that he couldn't let the Ninth Young Master's hand touch his?
Her lips moved and she wanted to ask, but when she saw the cold gaze of the man who was sitting upright, she felt a chill run down her spine and her whole body withered in an instant.
Hearing this, Leng Hua glanced at his master, then took out a thin handkerchief from his sleeve to cover President Ke's wrist. He explained, "My master has always been like this when he takes a pulse."
"I didn't know the Ninth Young Master's rules. Fortunately, this … this Young Master Ling reminded me." He smiled sheepishly. As the president of the Black Market, he was afraid of the bearded man. No one would believe him even if he told them.
Feng Jiu glanced at Ling Mohan with a faint smile, then stretched out a few fingers and pressed on Chairman Ke's wrist. After feeling, she couldn't help but be startled. Then, she smiled and said, "Chairman Ke, don't be too nervous. Relax, your pulse is beating too fast. I can't diagnose it accurately."
"Oh, okay, okay." Although he responded like this, he couldn't relax when he saw the bearded man's eyes staring at them.
Seeing that, Fengjiu could only shake his head helplessly and withdraw his hand. "This won't do. We can't find anything. Let's eat first and search later!" As she spoke, she looked at Ling Mohan and asked with a teasing smile, "Uncle, I see that you've been coughing a lot recently. Is it because you're old and your health isn't too good? Do you want me to show you? "
Hearing this, Ling Mohan looked slightly uncomfortable and picked up the teacup to drink again. His eyes looked to the other side, and he didn't respond to her words.
Chairman Ke looked back and forth between the two of them. Seeing their strange expressions, a thought came to his mind: These, these two aren't gay, are they?
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