On the way home, Tian Xuelin looked around aimlessly.
He still couldn't understand why Lu Jiu could tell he had hotpot yesterday just by feeling his pulse.
Tracking?
Impossible, Lu Jiu isn't that bored.
Besides, the hotpot yesterday was a spur-of-the-moment decision with colleagues.
Could it be a coincidence?
That's even less likely; Lu Jiu hardly ever eats hotpot, especially not at night.
It can't be surveillance, right?
Tian Xuelin laughed, that would be the most absurd.
Ah, Chinese medicine is indeed a strange profession; I'll have to be wary of Lu Jiu in the future. If I'm not sick, I mustn't let him feel my pulse, or all sorts of trivial matters will be revealed, which would be embarrassing.
Beep beep beep~
"Hello, boss, I'm asking for a leave tomorrow morning." After reaching home, Tian Xuelin dialed his department head's number.
"What's the matter?" asked Ma Nanping.
"Feeling a bit uncomfortable," Tian Xuelin replied.
"Is it serious?" Ma Nanping asked.
