Mu Feng was getting impatient. "I think you look quite healthy."
"It… It is a hidden disease. I hope that you can examine me…" He begged very hard and went extremely close to Mu Feng.
Mu Feng suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance. He was stiff and turned to look at Master Yang. Master Yang looked slightly fatter now. He had small eyes and a little nose. In fact, he seemed rather ugly. At this moment, his small eyes were locked onto Mu Feng's, and it was shining as though he had an idea.
Mu Feng coughed and still looked cool. "Give me your hand."
Master Yang took out his hand and allowed Mu Feng check on his pulse.
Master Yang could feel his cold and slightly shaking fingertips.
After a moment, he slowly let go of his hand and looked at Master Yang. "You have overthought and caused yourself to worry unnecessarily. The stress has caused your heart and liver to be injured..." He continued with a bunch of technical terms.
