That Girl From Nowhere: Tycoon's Forbidden Sweetheart
Chapter 162: Be good, don’t be afraid

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Be good, don’t be afraid

Yan Yan: "..."

Upon hearing this, for some reason, besides feeling speechless, he actually felt a sense of relief in his heart.

He himself couldn’t explain why, at the moment he heard the news, he felt so anxious.

Maybe it’s because her body and background are too special, he’s always afraid... she’ll have some kind of issue.

Wang Ma could see his worry and, fearing his awkwardness, hurriedly changed the subject: "Sir, the doctor is already inside, you can go in and take a look."

When Yan Yan pushed the door open and went in, there were already two doctors inside.

Seeing him, the doctors hurriedly nodded politely.

"Hello, sir."

Yan Yan nodded faintly, focusing his gaze only on the small figure curled up on the bed.

Only her small head was exposed, damp, appearing to have sweated quite a bit.

Her body was still trembling slightly.

His gaze deepened as he coldly asked, "How is she?"

One of the doctors hesitated slightly: "Miss Yun doesn’t allow us to approach her..."

"She seems to be very afraid of us, reacting somewhat excessively," the other doctor said, "perhaps she has some psychological trauma."

Yan Yan walked over to the bedside.

Perhaps recognizing his voice and footsteps, Yun Qiluo moved slightly but did not turn her head.

Until the man spoke: "Yun Qiluo."

"Beautiful woman..." The young girl finally turned her head, teary-eyed, looking at him and biting her lower lip, "I hurt so much."

Seeing her pale little face, Yan Yan slightly pursed his lips and reached out to touch her damp head.

In a low voice, he asked, "Why won’t you let the doctor check you?"

Yun Qiluo knit her small brows: "I don’t like them."

"You don’t like doctors?"

"Hmm..." She responded in a small voice, sounding like a whining kitten.

Her little face was scrunched up from the pain, and her small hands were tightly gripping the quilt.

But she just wouldn’t let the doctors check her.

Yan Yan was silent for a moment, then glanced at the two doctors outside, at a loss for what to do.

He suddenly got up and walked over, speaking flatly: "You guys go out, take off the white coats and come back in."

The two doctors were simultaneously taken aback, nodding in confusion: "Okay."

After a while, they came back, wearing normal attire.

Yun Qiluo peeked out, looking less resistant indeed.

Only when the doctor took out a needle for a blood draw, she started shrinking back into the blankets again.

Seeing her so frightened, Yan Yan couldn’t help but say coolly: "Do you know how to take a pulse?"

The doctor, intimidated by Yan Yan’s presence, quivered.

"Yes."

Yan Yan, holding the young girl in his arms, gently pulled out her small hand.

"Be good, don’t be afraid."

Yun Qiluo then obediently responded: "Mm."

Actually, most menstrual pain doesn’t require a blood test. It’s just that seeing Yun Qiluo in such severe pain, they wanted to check if there was another cause to be on the safe side.

They didn’t expect Yun Qiluo to be so resistant to needles.

The doctor reluctantly took her pulse, feeling secretly relieved, thankful that he had studied both traditional Chinese and Western medicine in school.

After a short while, his expression gradually became odd.

Noticing his expression, Yan Yan raised an eyebrow: "What’s wrong?"

"Sir, I suggest... it might be better to do a blood test," the doctor said, appearing very ashamed, "Miss Yun’s pulse condition looks a bit strange. I’m afraid I’m not skilled enough and made a mistake..."

He really suspected whether his medical skills had regressed.

After taking her pulse for so long, why did he feel... the girl’s entire body wasn’t quite right?