Set the medical kit down, Nangong Xu took out the equipment and began to examine Mu Xiaojiu.
He wanted to open his thin lips to check his throat.
But Mr. Xiaojiu was stubborn, refusing to open his mouth no matter what.
He looked helplessly at Baili Xia, "His throat is inflamed. I want to see how badly it's inflamed."
"Throat inflammation?" She was unaware, could this be the reason Uncle didn't speak?
She squat down beside the bed, looking at Mu Xiaojiu, her eyes filled with pleading, "Uncle, open your mouth, let master have a look."
Mu Xiaojiu still looked at her, unwilling to speak.
Baili Xia coaxed him again, "Be good, open your mouth like I do, ah..."
His eyes held disdain, seemingly disgusted by her ungraceful action.
Baili Xia didn't mind being despised at all; tonight, Uncle was particularly troublesome, and without coaxing, it wouldn't work.
She mimicked several times and finally got this stubborn man to open his mouth.
