Mu Zhuoshen sat by the bed, first taking Wen Meimei's pulse, then flipping her eyelids to examine, finally saying with a relaxed expression, "It's nothing major, just seasickness."
Hearing this, Wen Meimei let out a sigh of relief.
She had never been on a boat before, and she hadn't expected to get seasick on her first trip. How embarrassing!
Mu Zhuoshen opened the medical kit, took out the blood-drawing equipment, and made a move to draw blood.
Wen Meimei hurriedly pulled her hands and feet into the blanket, raising an eyebrow, "You don't need a blood test for seasickness, right?"
Mu Zhuoshen chuckled, "I don't want to go through the trouble either. Just look at your husband's expression."
Wen Meimei looked up at the aloof and stern face of Qiao the King of Hell, a face that would make anyone unfamiliar with him think he was contemplating cannibalism.
Honestly, why was Qiao the King of Hell so stern-faced; it was just seasickness.
