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Chapter 604 - 390: Remote Control_3

Chapter 604: Chapter 390: Remote Control_3

The doors of 1102 and the opposite room opened almost simultaneously.

Yan Weiwei was momentarily stunned as she looked at Meng Lang across the way, clutching a medical bag and holding several packages that looked like Chinese medicine.

"You’re going out too?"

"Yeah! Going on a call. I did promise someone, after all. What about you?"

"Fighting!"

After Yan Weiwei spoke, she glanced at Meng Lang and headed towards the elevator.

But she had only taken a few steps when she paused slightly, her hand pressing on her abdomen as her eyebrows furrowed instantly.

If you looked carefully, you could see that Yan Weiwei’s steps were slightly unsteady today, and her complexion seemed a bit pale, like she wasn’t feeling energetic.

"I think you’d better not go today."

Yan Weiwei frowned and turned to look at Meng Lang.

"You’re telling me not to go after all the trouble I went through to set this up?"

"I told you to go and gain experience, not to let others farm you like an XP generator!"

Meng Lang, looking helpless, handed her the Chinese medicine he was holding.

"Here!"

Yan Weiwei, taken aback. "This medicine... it’s for me?"

"Who else? Knowing you’re not in full health and still agreeing to fight, what else would you be if not an XP generator?"

Not in full health...

Suddenly, Yan Weiwei’s face turned red.

"You..." she stared at Meng Lang, her face a mix of embarrassment and shock. "How did you know?!"

This is impossible!

There was no way she could have told him about such a thing, and besides, this month it wasn’t even on time!

She didn’t even know the exact time herself, and yet he had already prepared the medicine... it was ridiculous!

Could it be that he could foresee the future?

Wait a minute! Haitang once said this guy could tell by a single glance if someone was pregnant... Could such nonsensical things be true?

No matter how skilled in medicine, there has to be some science to it, right?

If such things could be discerned with just one look?

If so, what small secrets could there be that he couldn’t uncover? What happened to the right to privacy?

She couldn’t help but clutch the packets of Chinese medicine to her chest, stepping back twice, looking at him as if he were a monster, her eyes screaming, "Don’t come any closer!"

Meng Lang watched Yan Weiwei with a somewhat speechless look as she stood there on guard, not knowing what wild thoughts she had concocted.

While pressing the elevator button, he said,

"I noticed a few days ago that your complexion was a bit off. The amount of training you’ve done recently must have been pretty intense.

’More haste, less speed,’ as they say. Everything gained comes with its costs. Dark Energy might be powerful, but it also places a heavy burden on your body.

Using it too frequently could easily lead to bodily overexertion, hidden damage to your meridians, and endocrine disruption...

This medicine was specifically concocted according to your body’s condition. Boil it down from three bowls of water to one, take it three times, and you should be bouncing around in a couple of days."

Yan Weiwei was stunned for a moment.

She felt a bit strange inside but, driven by her instinct to protect herself, she still took a step back, clutching the medicine.

"You... you can tell someone has an endocrine imbalance just by looking at them? Who are you trying to fool? You can’t possibly be better than Bian Que!

Did you swallow the other three diagnostic methods?"

"Who said I used ’sight’ to find out?" Meng Lang said with a smile, glancing at her.

"Not... not by sight, then how did you know?"

Just then, the elevator door opened, and Meng Lang walked in, waving his hand.

"The remote control..."

The elevator door slowly closed, leaving Yan Weiwei at the elevator entrance, utterly baffled.

"The remote control? What remote control? The..."

As if suddenly realizing something.

Could it be...

She couldn’t help but widen her eyes and look down at her wrist.

She had thought he was just trying to take advantage of her before, but actually...

She pinched the packets of medicine in her hand, watching the elevator indicator light slowly descending...

For some reason, a faint, intoxicating flush slowly spread across her face...