At first, Ying Chang'an's expression was somewhat casual, but once he felt Yin Shuangshuang's pulse, his face turned serious.
Gradually, Ying Chang'an's brows began to furrow tighter and tighter, clearly indicating that Yin Shuangshuang's condition was far from optimistic.
After a while, Ying Chang'an put down his hand, rubbed his forehead, and said, somewhat troubled, "This is really a difficult condition, a heart ailment that severe, I've never encountered before.
Realistically speaking, you should be bedridden with a condition like this, yet you only appear slightly weak and can move freely. Do you not usually feel chest tightness or heart pain?"
Yin Shuangshuang chuckled, answering indifferently, "Maybe I'm just used to it?"
Ying Chang'an looked at Yin Shuangshuang like she was a strange creature. Can anyone really get used to something like this?
