"Dad, what soup did you make today? It smells so good!" Early in the morning, Ye Chan was once again awakened by the aroma, and her stomach, which hadn't felt hungry just moments before, suddenly started growling.
"Go wash your face, and after that, Dad will take your pulse."
"Why do you need to take my pulse when I'm perfectly healthy?"
"I know you're healthy; it's just a routine checkup."
"Oh!" Ye Chan knew that her father had become the Divine Doctor everyone talked about, and she was curious about how exactly he worked.
But reality was nothing like she imagined. Her father simply took a quick look, didn't demand silence, and the diagnosis didn't take long, making her suspect that he was perhaps just going through the motions with her.
"What? I'm in good health, right?" Ye Chan happily sipped her soup.
"Good? Is your stomach weak? Does it hurt a lot every time you get your period? Do you occasionally get dizzy?" Ye Qiu said annoyedly.
