"You don't look very good today, so you shouldn't go to school. You should rest well at home," Yin Xiaofan said after a moment of thought.
"It's okay, I only have one class this morning. I'll come back right after," Wang Xinying replied with a smile.
"Give me your hand, I'll take your pulse." Wang Xinying was not in good health, plagued by Cold Poison. Now that she hadn't rested well, Yin Xiaofan was somewhat worried.
Wang Xinying did not resist and extended her pale, delicate hand.
Placing his hand on Wang Xinying's wrist, Yin Xiaofan carefully felt for her pulse.
"The pulse is weak and the breath is unstable; your body is in very poor condition," Yin Xiaofan said after letting go of her wrist. "Although you are currently taking the medicine I prescribed, the effect isn't very obvious. Rest is the most important thing for you, given your physical weakness."
