Mu Qingli began preparing the acupuncture tools and, without lifting her head, said, "Situ, please take off your shirt first."
In the presence of a doctor, there is no distinction between men and women, and having experienced such things many times, Mu Qingli had become accustomed to it.
"Alright," Situ Jingliang immediately responded, beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.
By the time Mu Qingli had raised her eyes again, Situ Jingliang had already taken off his shirt and was bare-chested. Although he had been ill for a long time, his body was not thin. Having been around him for a while, his abdomen even had distinct abdominal muscles and a line of definition.
Mu Qingli's gaze lightly swept over him, her tone indifferent, "Lie down on the bed and relax."
Situ Jingliang did as he was told.
Just as Mu Qingli was about to light the soothing incense, Situ Jingliang spoke again, "Lili."
"Hmm?" Mu Qingli looked down at him.