Fan Chengzhuo's heart sank.
The color drained from his face. "I'm just feeling a bit unwell."
Ye Chutang blinked, feigning confusion. "Is that so? But your driver seemed so anxious just now. It didn't look like a minor issue. Why don't I take your pulse for you, Mr. Fan?"
Her tone was composed and natural, making the suggestion sound perfectly reasonable.
Fan Chengzhuo's immediate reaction was to refuse. "That won't be necessary!"
He had witnessed this woman's methods firsthand. 'Who knows what she might find out!'
Ye Chutang paused, taken aback.
The people around them also began to cast doubtful, suspicious glances his way.
Only then did Fan Chengzhuo realize his reaction had been too extreme, too abnormal. Everyone in the Capital City knew Ye Chutang was an exceptional physician. He was clearly unwell, and she had offered to examine him, yet he had refused without a second thought.
'Anyone watching would think something is wrong with me!'
