When Zhan Hanjue finished a course of medication, Ye Ningwan ran to the study early in the morning to find him, waving her hand in front of him.
"What are you doing?"
Zhan Hanjue reached out and grabbed her hand.
It was soft and smooth to the touch, stirring the heart.
Ye Ningwan quickly pulled away and explained, "I wanted to see if it's having any effect."
"No," Zhan Hanjue replied coldly.
"Impossible," Ye Ningwan frowned, "Seriously, not even a little effect? That's not right!"
There should be some effect, it couldn't possibly be none.
"What, you think I'm lying to you?" Zhan Hanjue put down his phone and removed an earphone to ask.
Ye Ningwan laughed awkwardly, "Of course not, I just think... Divine Doctor Bai Zhi is so skilled, it's surprising to have no effect at all."
"What's so surprising? She's a doctor, not a deity. My eye injury is years old, it's reasonable that it can't be cured immediately," Zhan Hanjue said.
