King Jin thought this way and felt it wouldn't be a problem to let her touch his stomach since he wasn't actually sick.
With a look of unbearable pain, he said, "Hurry up and treat me."
Gu Youyou breathed a sigh of relief and gently pressed down from top to bottom, asking, "Does it hurt here?"
"No... it doesn't."
Gu Youyou pressed down harder and asked, "How about now?"
"That's not it either."
Then let's try a different spot.
"What about here?"
"It doesn't hurt."
She moved a bit lower, to the lower abdomen, where Lin Qianqing felt somewhat embarrassed and averted her head, thinking that her cousin's role as a doctor was indeed a bit improper.
It was fine when she treated women, but with men, it became very awkward.
"What about here?" Gu Youyou pressed and asked.
Remembering how Gu Youyou had been moving downwards, King Jin's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
