These are some symptoms before a cold, and Feng Jinglei said this to conceal something.
The Doctor paused at her words and looked up at her pale face.
"Could it be that you're catching a cold?"
Feng Jinglei was uneasy, "Uh, maybe, I think I had similar symptoms when I had a cold before."
The Doctor stared at her, contemplating for a few seconds.
Zhuang Yanyan was also a bit suspicious. In this cold weather, it's indeed easy to catch a cold.
But just to be safe, Zhuang Yanyan suggested that the Doctor check her pulse, for reassurance.
"Could you check her pulse again to see if there's anything else wrong?"
On hearing this, the Doctor immediately nodded, "Alright."
Feng Jinglei hadn't recovered her senses, thinking that by mentioning these symptoms, the Doctor would assume it was a cold and wouldn't check her pulse.
"There's really no need..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the Doctor had already taken her right wrist, and Feng Jinglei immediately froze like a statue.
