The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Fang Qingyou was taken aback at first. Usually, Luo Qianmo always had a cold and aloof expression, but now that she was so angry, he was smiling at her.

She couldn't help but wonder if Luo Qianmo had masochistic tendencies, and that the more people scolded him, the more comfortable he felt.

Looking at the obvious smile on Luo Qianmo's lips, she felt that her guess was indeed somewhat correct.

However, Fang Qingyou did not want to continue this discussion with Luo Qianmo.

Even if a doctor is angry, they still have to treat a patient who doesn't take care of their health.

Fang Qingyou turned around to write a prescription for Luo Qianmo, but after taking a few steps, her steps suddenly became stiff.

Behind her, Luo Qianmo's deep voice rang out: "Youyou, I didn't expect you to be so worried about me."

Luo Qianmo seemed surprised by these words, but Fang Qingyou felt as if he was reminding her.

Fang Qingyou snorted without even thinking, "Isn't it natural for a doctor to worry about his patients?"

Luo Qianmo, however, directly addressed Fang Qingyou's concerns: "It is indeed reasonable for doctors to worry about their patients. But may I ask, are there any doctors who carry their medicine kits around while examining patients?"

Fang Qingyou was stunned. When she looked down, she realized that she had indeed been carrying a medicine box to examine Luo Qianmo. Her body stiffened abruptly.

She hadn't noticed it before, but now she only felt a soreness in her shoulders, clearly from being pressed down by the medicine box for too long.

This suggests that she seems to care about this patient more than ever before.

The thought had barely formed when Fang Qingyou forcibly banished it from her mind.

She cared deeply for Luo Qianmo; he was injured because of her, she saved his life, and they had faced life and death together many times...

He was different from ordinary people, so her concern for him was also exceptionally different.

Isn't this just common sense?

Yes, that's right.

So Fang Qingyou ignored Luo Qianmo and started writing and dispensing medicine on her own.

Just as Fang Qingyou was about to put down her pen, she heard Luo Qianmo suddenly groan, sounding as if he was trying his best to endure some kind of discomfort.

Her hand, which was about to put down her pen, suddenly paused. She turned her head and saw that Luo Qianmo was pressing his forehead with one hand. His well-defined hand happened to cover his eyes, so she could not see his expression. She could only vaguely feel that he seemed to have a headache.

"Luo Qianmo, what's wrong with you?" Fang Qingyou asked in confusion, unaware of the tension in her voice. She had just checked Luo Qianmo's pulse. He had only caught a cold, and his head was aching and he was dizzy, but with his stamina, he shouldn't be unable to withstand these things, right?

You know, when he fought that Gu King, he was injured to the bone, but he didn't utter a sound.

That's why Fang Qingyou was worried, wondering what was wrong with him that caused his sudden headache.

When asked the question, Fang Qingyou rushed to the bedside almost instantly.

Luo Qianmo pressed his head with his hand, and his only response to Fang Qingyou was a muffled groan.

Fang Qingyou suddenly panicked.

What could cause Luo Qianmo such pain must be unbearable suffering, right?

Fang Qingyou was about to take Luo Qianmo's pulse again when her hand was suddenly grabbed by a slender, jade-like hand.

"Youyou, I have a headache."

His expression was obscured; all that could be heard was the man's suppressed anguish.

"Luo Qianmo, I'll take your pulse now." His voice trembled slightly involuntarily.

"Acupuncture..." The man's tolerance for pain seemed to have reached its limit, making Fang Qingyou feel that there was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Almost instinctively, Fang Qingyou took out silver needles to perform acupuncture on him, but with the needles on her fingertips, she didn't know where to begin.

Only now did she realize that she didn't know why Luo Qianmo suddenly had a headache, and how to administer acupuncture to him.

Just as she was about to speak, she felt a bony, slightly cold finger scratching her palm.

A slight sensation came from her palm, which gave her a strange feeling, and she almost instinctively wanted to pull her hand away.

As a result, that slender, jade-like hand suddenly exerted force, tightly gripping her hand in its palm.

Fang Qingyou frowned. What was wrong with Luo Qianmo? Wasn't he having a headache? Why was he scratching her palm for no reason?

Why did she feel, no matter what, that he was flirting with her?

Seeing Luo Qianmo with his head down, seemingly trying his best to suppress the pain, Fang Qingyou patiently said, "Luo Qianmo, let go of me. I will check your pulse now to find out why you suddenly have a headache before treating you."

Unexpectedly, Luo Qianmo suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes shining brightly: "Youyou, you must heal me."

Fang Qingyou was slightly taken aback. This man's eyes were obviously incredibly beautiful, and his expression at the moment looked so pitiful that it made her feel sorry for him. But why did she sense a hint of malice in him?

However, she didn't think too much about it and patiently comforted him, saying, "Luo Qianmo, don't worry, I will do everything I can to cure you."

Upon hearing this, Luo Qianmo's eyes shone even brighter, as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky.

"Youyou, you must keep your word. In this whole world, only you can cure me."

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched violently. What was wrong with Luo Qianmo today? She had treated him more than once or twice, and she had always done her best to treat him. Did she deliberately fail to cure him every time? Why did he seem to distrust her this time?

Moreover, repeatedly reminding herself always made her feel particularly sentimental.

However, she was very magnanimous and, considering his illness, was exceptionally patient with him.

"Luo Qianmo, I will definitely keep my word, but could you please let me take your pulse first?"

Fang Qingyou thought that her patience would surely earn Luo Qianmo's trust.

Unexpectedly, a dazzling smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "Youyou, I remember what you said. Then please treat me now, I have a disease that only you can cure."

Fang Qingyou was speechless for a moment. She felt that Luo Qianmo's illness could no longer be explained by being pretentious. He was indeed sick, and it was the kind of illness where he forgot to take his medicine.

What do you mean by a disease that only she can cure? Her medical skills are certainly excellent, but there are always people in this world who are better than you.

"Okay, I'll remember." Fang Qingyou replied perfunctorily to Luo Qianmo, wondering if they could start treating the illness now.

This opening statement is really long.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Luo Qianmo's smile suddenly turned wicked, carrying a hint of mischievous evil...