"Of course!" Sheng Qianxia said, "Wasn't he gulping down water just now? It's dry and hot, isn't it normal for his throat to feel uncomfortable? Look at me?" Sheng Qianxia coughed forcefully twice, "My throat hasn't been comfortable these past two days either, cough cough... cough cough cough..."
"...Sis, have you taken medicine?"
"Taken, taken!" Sheng Qianxia suddenly had an idea, "How about you directly give Beitang some medicine?"
"Huh?" Sheng Qingxue looked at her somewhat incredulously.
"Isn't he a doctor? Maybe he has a special fondness for medicine! If you give him medicine, he might feel like you're concerned about him and have a telepathic connection with him. Maybe he'll suddenly become very caring because of the medicine..."
"...Sis, you've read too many novels!" Sheng Qingxue concluded.
"Whatever, you have to try everything at this point; you can't retreat! I just happen to have medicine in my bag!" Sheng Qianxia said while rummaging through her bag.
