She seems unwilling to see a doctor.

Qing Jiujiu flashed a shrewd look.

For some reason, Ji Shiyan felt annoyed when he saw Qi Ningning's tears: "Sit down."

Ji Shiyan didn't help him, so Qi Ningning sat down reluctantly.

Qing Jiujiu put a handkerchief on her wrist and began to diagnose her pulse: "I'm sorry, I have mysophobia."

After checking the pulse, Qing Jiujiu frowned.

Ji Shiyan's eyes were always on her because of that damn familiar feeling.

Seeing her frowning, he asked urgently: "How is Aning?"

"It's not good," Qing Jiujiu shook his head: "It's not good. The heart disease is mild now, but it will become more serious in the future."

No wonder she didn't want to see a doctor just now.

In fact, Qi Ningning's lips are rosy, so she does not have any symptoms of heart disease. She just took medicine to create a "fake syndrome" of heart disease.

Qingjiujiu, a modern medical machine like Qing Jiujiu, doesn’t even need to check your pulse, just look at your face.

But she didn't want to expose it.
Chapter completed!