Yun Yishan was “escorted” into the Medical Director’s office by Bai Yufeng and Lu Feichen, one on each side. She turned to flee: “This Palace isn’t sick! Why do I need to see a doctor?”
Bai Yufeng pushed her shoulder with a smile: “We’re just worried you ate too much and might get a stomachache. A checkup will put our minds at ease.” Lu Feichen’s gaze landed, unnoticed, on Bai Yufeng’s hand, then quickly darted away.
Behind the desk, a man in a white high-collared robe was bent over his work. Without looking up, he asked:
“What is it?”
Yun Yishan turned at the sound of his voice, just as Cheng Yunqing looked up and their eyes met. He wore black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his cool gaze swept over the three people in front of the desk, his brow furrowing slightly:
“What are you here for?”
“Cheng Yunqing, hurry up and take a look at the new Sentinel! Jeesus, she ate thirteen crocodile burgers, I’m worried something might happen.” Bai Yufeng pressed her down into a seat and added, “Do a thorough check.”
Cheng Yunqing’s typing fingers paused.
“Captain Bai, I’m the Director of the Medical Department. I don’t handle clinical cases.” His voice was soft and gentle, but his attitude was distinctly aloof. “For emergencies, please proceed to the emergency room on your own. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Lu Feichen suddenly spoke up: “Director Cheng, her situation is rather special. We’d like you to examine her personally.”
Yun Yishan pulled a long face, muttering to herself: “What’s so special about This Palace? I just ate a few extra bites, and they look at me like I’m a murderer.”
An almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Cheng Yunqing’s mouth. Resting his chin on his right hand, he studied her face carefully.
“Thirteen?” he asked.
“That’s right!” Bai Yufeng nodded vigorously. “If I hadn’t stopped her, she could have eaten more!”
“She is indeed seriously ill.” The smile on his face grew more pronounced.
Yun Yishan suddenly caught a faint, delicate fragrance in the air. Before she could savor it, Cheng Yunqing had already raised his hand, and a bamboo-green Mental Power Suspension Thread curling around his fingertips reached toward her.
A strand of green light gently wound around her wrist, like a cool breeze drifting in, bamboo dew dampening her clothes, making her feel as if she stood in a sea of bamboo shrouded in morning mist.
Yun Yishan’s eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively looked toward Cheng Yunqing. As their gazes met, she finally saw his face clearly. This doctor looked slightly older, his features not as striking as Lu Feichen’s, but his bearing was exceptional. Behind his lenses, calm dark-brown eyes were fixed on her intently.
When he wasn’t smiling, he seemed a bit stern, like a solemn schoolmaster. The green glow at his fingertips had not yet fully faded, and a line inexplicably surfaced in Yun Yishan’s mind, a man like jade, his nature like bamboo.
A moment later, he withdrew the thread, his voice carrying unquestionable authority: “Pulse, blood pressure, blood oxygen, all normal. The outer layer of her Mental Landscape is stable too.”
Lu Feichen’s face completely fell this was too much! Bai Yufeng could do it, even Cheng Yunqing could, so why was his Mental Power the only one that couldn’t!
Cheng Yunqing walked over to Yun Yishan: “May I give you a physical examination?”
Looking at his gentle brows and eyes, Yun Yishan couldn’t help thinking of the young physician who had taken her pulse every morning in the past. Her heart inexplicably softened: “Please go ahead.”
Cheng Yunqing spoke mildly, but his movements were assertive. He reached out and pressed rapidly along her abdomen, asking how she felt. He quickly withdrew his hand, pulled out a disinfectant wipe, and rubbed his fingertips repeatedly: “She could swallow another crocodile without any problem.”