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Shen Chuwei was somewhat nervous because this time, she wasn’t here to look for a pet but had taken the initiative to sneak in. Coming into a man’s yard at night might be suspicious of a secret rendezvous with a man.

Due to the feudal thinking of ancient times, after a few years, Shen Chuwei felt that she had changed a little, subtly influenced by her surroundings.

The man set down the teacup he was holding and asked indifferently, "How old is Doctor Shen?"

Shen Chuwei looked at the man with confusion. Who asks someone their age right off the bat? It was very impolite behavior in ancient times.

The man’s hand resting on the table paused. Age? A woman?

Shen Chuwei hurriedly held back, sure enough, she was influenced—

"My age isn’t important. What matters is that I know medical skills, and I deceive neither young nor old."

The man said, "I did not question your medical skills."

"Then why do you ask my age?" It’s not like we’re matchmaking—

"..." The man replied, "Just curious."

Shen Chuwei’s gaze fell on the man’s face again, beginning to look forward to him removing the gauze to reveal his full features.

"So, can you remove the gauze now? Let me see why you can’t see."

Instead of removing the gauze as Shen Chuwei expected, the man calmly counter-asked, "Why are you so curious about my appearance?"

Shen Chuwei pursed her lips. Didn’t we agree last night to take off the gauze so I could see? Why the sudden question?

I certainly can’t say it’s because his voice sounds like Xiao Jinyan and so I’m curious about his appearance.

What if it’s just a coincidence?

She pinched Xuetuan’s little paw, feeling conflicted and hesitant.

The man, hearing Shen Chuwei’s inner thoughts, knew the reason and deliberately asked, knowing full well, "Is it that hard to answer?"

Shen Chuwei asked, "So will you let me see or not?"

Then she straightened her back and lifted her chin, adding, "I am a doctor, after all. I can treat not just your eyes, but your legs as well."

The man chuckled lightly, "Doctors aren’t exclusive to you."

Shen Chuwei couldn’t help feeling proud. Who else in the whole ancient world is a doctor of Chinese-Western medical fusion?

"Then you simply don’t understand. A doctor of Chinese-Western medical fusion really is exclusive to me alone."

Doubt filled the man’s voice, "Chinese-Western medical fusion?"

Ancient times? Chinese-Western medical fusion? What the heck—

Shen Chuwei nodded vigorously, "Yeah, once you miss this village, you won’t find such a shop again."

The man pressed his lips together momentarily, "Since you’re a doctor, why aren’t you taking my pulse first instead of looking at my eyes?"

Shen Chuwei cleared her throat to ease the awkwardness, and then pretended to be profound, "As a doctor of Chinese-Western medical fusion, naturally, my approach is different from others."

The man slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "Then why do I feel like you are plotting something?"

Shen Chuwei: "..." No wonder the blind men in certain stories have the sharpest ears. The man before me seems blind but not heart-blind; can he really sense that?

What Shen Chuwei didn’t know was that the other party could hear her thoughts and deliberately said this to flip the dynamic of who had the initiative.

"I did say it before, didn’t I—I’ll look at your face to diagnose you. If you’re not handsome or quite ugly, I fear it might affect my own appetite."

The man didn’t call her out but simply stated indifferently, "What if I refuse?"

Shen Chuwei’s eyes widened. Someone was actually refusing her terms of treatment? She was a rare visitor on medical calls. What kind of doctor has the leisure of a salted fish?

"What is your reason for refusing, then?"

The man spoke calmly and composedly, "Haven’t I mentioned? I feel like you approach me with an ulterior motive. Until I know why you wish to approach me, I will not accept your conditions."

Shen Chuwei rose to her feet, circled around the man twice, and looked at the knot at the back of the man’s head.

If she pulled off the gauze herself to see his face, that would also be an option.

Even if he knew kung fu, he couldn’t see, so it should be easy to do.

In that case, whether to treat him or not would depend entirely on her mood.

Shen Chuwei counted to three silently in her heart and reached out to grab the gauze. The moment her fingers touched it, a hand grabbed her wrist with great strength.

She felt the world spinning and saw herself about to fall to the ground. She couldn’t care less about Xuetuan in her arms and threw him aside, then reached out to grab the hand for leverage, trying to get up, only to be pushed back down by him.

As a result, she ended up lying across the man’s legs, or rather, across the armrest of the wheelchair.

Both of them paused for a moment.

After snapping out of it, Shen Chuwei stared at the man’s chin for a while. She often saw Xiao Jinyan from this angle, and although men were generally similar, handsome men still had their distinct features.

The difference was, a handsome man has no dead angles at thirty-six degrees.