Miss Men Ling suddenly stopped her movements and lay back on the bed with some disappointment, but her gaze still clung tightly to Jiang Yuzhu, as if she were seeking a hint of comfort in her face.
Jiang Yuzhu sat by the bedside, gently grasping Men Ling's hand. Her delicate fingers caressed Men Ling's palm, trying to convey some warmth. "Men Ling, how are you feeling now? Is there any discomfort?" Jiang Yuzhu's voice was soft and caring.
Men Ling replied softly, "I... I think I'm okay, just a bit dizzy." Her voice revealed a sense of vulnerability.
Jiang Yuzhu's professional demeanor immediately shone through as she meticulously performed a series of physical examinations on Men Ling.
She gently picked up her stethoscope and listened carefully to Men Ling's heartbeat and breathing, her brow sometimes furrowing, sometimes smoothing out to show her meticulousness.