Su Qingluan touched her chest and felt her heart suddenly feel uncomfortable, as if it was being squeezed by some invisible hand.
The oppressive feeling made it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Mu Xingzhi took in Su Qingluan's reaction without leaving any trace. A glimmer flashed in his eyes, but he remained calm on the surface and asked, "Madam Su, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Qingluan frowned slightly: "I don't know either, I suddenly felt something was wrong. It felt like my heart was being squeezed." Could it be that this body had a history of heart disease?
Please don't! She had been battling illness for so long in her previous life, was she going through it again after traveling through time?
Halfway through her complaints, she suddenly felt a cool touch on her wrist. Su Qingluan turned her head abruptly, only to see that Mu Xingzhi had already pushed his wheelchair closer to her, and his slender, pale fingers were holding her wrist.
Su Qingluan subconsciously wanted to pull her wrist back, but Mu Xingzhi exerted a little force and she was unable to break free.
"Don't panic," Mu Xingzhi said calmly. "I've been ill for years and know a bit about the art of medicine. Just now, I saw Madam Su's condition and I'm afraid she might be suffering from heart palpitations. Please allow me to take a closer look."
Su Qingluan suddenly understood: for a long time, people saw her frowning and covering her chest, and thought she was having a heart attack.
However, considering that her reaction just now was indeed very inappropriate, Su Qingluan did not refuse, but only thanked her softly.
It was the first time in her two lifetimes that she had experienced "pulse diagnosis", and it had to be said that it was a very novel experience.
However, when looking at Mu Xingzhi opposite her at such a close distance, Su Qingluan discovered that although the young man's facial features could only be described as handsome and not particularly outstanding, his eyes were very outstanding.
The slightly upturned corners of her eyes were somewhere between phoenix eyes and peach blossom eyes, retaining the sharpness of phoenix eyes while adding a touch of peach blossom eyes. And those eyelashes, like little fans...
Tsk tsk tsk… Su Qingluan was secretly amazed: a man actually has such long and thick eyelashes, which makes her jealous! I wonder if I can pull them out and stick them on my eyelids…
Just as Su Qingluan's mind was filled with nonsensical comments, Song Bo came in from outside wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, holding a tray with a bowl of steaming food on it.
Su Qingluan didn't know why, but she didn't feel anything when she was with Mu Xingzhi just now. But when Song Bo came in and Mu Xingzhi took her pulse, she felt as if she had done something wrong and was caught, so she subconsciously retracted her wrist.
This time, Mu Xingzhi didn't stop her. Instead, he withdrew his hand and nodded, "Madam Su is in good health. Her discomfort just now might be due to her recent bad mood or unstable sleep."
Su Qingluan thought about it: Indeed, she didn't sleep well in the first half of the night because of Que'er's miserable marriage and she thought about her own fate. Today she ran all the way here because of that shop.
Could it be that the palpitations I felt just now were really due to being a little tired recently?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with a smile: "Thank you, I will go back and have a good rest."
Song Bo brought the tray over and placed it in front of Su Qingluan. Su Qingluan then discovered that in addition to a bowl of steaming hot soup that smelled like ginger soup, there was also a neatly folded towel.
"There are only my host and I at home, and we only have some basic necessities. This handkerchief is new and has just been washed. This..." Song Bo hesitated for a moment, as if with a slight toothache, "Young lady, you can use it without worry. Please also use the ginger soup to dispel the cold."
Su Qingluan nodded embarrassedly, first picked up the towel and wiped the water stains on her face and forehead - although it was almost dry - and then put the towel back on the tray.
"Is this handkerchief scented with some kind of fragrance?" Su Qingluan said with a smile, "It has a very elegant and unique scent."
In fact, it has a bitter fragrance similar to that of herbal medicine, but Su Qingluan is not sure whether it is the smell of incense or medicine. Besides, generally speaking, people would not use towels soaked in medicine for guests, right?
Sure enough, Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "These are the spices I mixed myself."
Su Qingluan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: It was a close call that she didn't say "Why does it smell like medicine?", otherwise it would be really embarrassing.
After drinking the bowl of ginger soup in one gulp, Su Qingluan felt her whole body warm up.
Although her clothes were still a little damp from the rain, Su Qingluan felt much better than before.
At this time, Mu Xingzhi turned to Song Bo and said, "Push me to the study. Madam Su, come with us."
"Me?" Su Qingluan pointed to the tip of her nose.
"Didn't you say you wanted to borrow a book?" Mu Xingzhi said, coughing twice. Song Bo immediately took off the straw raincoat he was wearing, revealing a bluish-white robe hidden underneath, and draped it over Mu Xingzhi.
Su Qingluan thanked him again, thinking that Mu Xingzhi was so patient with her, an uninvited guest, even though he was sick. It was really very thoughtful of her. Regardless of whether she could find a satisfactory book or not, she would at least make something delicious to express her gratitude.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan had already followed the two people in front of her through the corridor and walked to a room that was larger than the front hall.
This room looked ordinary from the outside, but when Song Bo pushed open the door, Su Qingluan was stunned: No wonder more than one person said that Mu Xingzhi had a large collection of books. This room was filled with tall shelves that reached the roof, and there were many books on every shelf.
And there are not only thread-bound books, but also scrolls made of bamboo slips and cloth, which look like ancient books.
Not to mention this era where illiteracy is rampant, Su Qingluan is sure that even in modern times, with Mu Xingzhi's collection of books, his books can be regarded as a small library!
"These... all these books are yours?!" Su Qingluan was eager to take action, "Can I... can I borrow a few more books?"
It’s no wonder she stuttered a little, she was really a little excited.
Since she traveled through time, apart from the contract signed with Manager Liang, she has basically not read any books, and her spiritual life is extremely poor.
Having just crossed over, her lack of adaptation to the new environment greatly offset the boredom brought about by the lack of spiritual and cultural entertainment. However, as she became more and more accustomed to life here and mastered the rhythm of using the tools of this era, she would have more and more free time after becoming proficient.
There are so many books now, what a great way to kill time! Su Qingluan stared at the bookshelves, her eyes shining: after all, she had gone through many years of compulsory education and the college entrance examination, so she still had a foundation in reading ancient Chinese!
Mu Xingzhi smiled and nodded: "As long as you remember to return it after reading, of course you can. May I ask what books Madam Su likes to read?"
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