"Achoo —" She couldn't hold back a sneeze.
Sheng Yize frowned. "Rhinitis again?"
"Nah, just a sneeze." An Xiaxia didn't think much of it.
Sheng Yize, however, went to summon the doctor as if he was confronted with some terminal disease. While An Xiaxia was being examined, he waited right outside the door, which turned the heads of quite a few of the passing nurses.
The doctor teased while checking her, "You two are such a loving couple."
"Um, we're alright." An Xiaxia smiled. "He's just being fussy."
"Hoho, I'm afraid you don't appreciate your caring husband enough." The doctor smiled amiably. "Take your rhinitis for example. I presume that you don't think it's that big a deal, correct? Most people think the same way and live with the relapses over and over again. Am I right to assume that you've never been properly treated for it?"