Lin Wanyi walked up to Xu Xiangbei, extended her fair wrist, and said, "Dr. Xu, can you check my pulse? I've been feeling a bit uncomfortable lately."
As she spoke, Lin Wanyi's body unconsciously leaned closer to Xu Xiangbei. Her well-developed, budding bosom brushed against him inadvertently, enough to steal the soul of any man.
Xu Xiangbei gently held her smooth, fragrant wrist, suppressing the flames rising in his heart, and smilingly explained to the classmates, "We can categorize pulses into 28 types. Aside from the normal pulse, the remaining 27 are considered pathological..."
Lin Wanyi blushed like a red sunset, her voice soft as a songbird's, as she leaned gently against Xu Xiangbei's arm, "Then, Dr. Xu, what kind of pulse do I have?"
Suddenly, a crisp, melodious voice came from the doorway, "That's called the spring pulse. Even though I don't understand Chinese medicine, I can tell that much."
