Chapter 83 The Divine Doctor is a Madman 23
Their first meeting was outside the Valley of Life and Death.
The fact that the divine healer asked her that question means she must still remember that day.
Song Jinhuan glanced at him nervously.
The bluish-gray teacup was level with the man's thin lips, concealing the malicious curve of his lips.
"Oh, really?"
It sounded like a casual question, as if someone believed it, yet also as if they didn't.
Song Jinhuan felt relieved and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Of course."
Shen Yushu raised an eyebrow slightly and remained silent.
The study suddenly fell silent. Song Jinhuan stood to the side for a while, but the other party didn't ask her to do anything else.
She thought for a moment and then asked, "Divine Doctor, what other tasks do you need me to do?"
"I don't have any work to do here."
Then Song Jinhuan asked, "In the original text, how did the female lead become the male lead's maid?"
Sanjin: "Just serving tea and water, cleaning and such."
Hygiene... The study was spotless; she didn't need to lift a finger.
Sanjin: "Host, don't overwork yourself. Actually, the main thing is being a maid for Shen Yushu. The process doesn't matter."
“You can even do nothing but hang around him for a month and spend enough time in this house.”
Song Jinhuan was shocked. Could it really be like this?
Perhaps the girl's idleness bothered Shen Yushu, for he suddenly spoke up, "Move that chair over here."
Song Jinhuan was taken aback for a moment, but after realizing what she meant, she immediately replied, "Okay!"
Then he walked to the window, where there was a sandalwood chair placed against the wall.
Without thinking much, she grabbed the openwork part of the chair back and lifted it up.
Um?
Not moving at all?
uncertain!
I'll say it again!
She secretly took a deep breath and found a foothold on the chair with her other hand.
However, reality is always so harsh.
I can't lift it.
It's completely impossible to lift.
Song Jinhuan glanced awkwardly at the man behind the desk. He wasn't looking this way, which meant he hadn't noticed yet!
Fortunately, I didn't embarrass myself.
After thinking for a moment, she abandoned her plan to carry the chair over and instead used a push-pull method.
Suddenly, a sharp, grating sound of a chair leg scraping against the floor broke the silence of the study.
Song Jinhuan's back suddenly tensed up. Oh no!
Not only was the noise so loud, but the chair was also so heavy. I only dragged it for a short while before I couldn't get any leverage on the second drag.
Shen Yushu must have heard the commotion just now; we definitely can't let it go without stalling for time.
But her body...
Sanjin: "Host, don't overthink it, it's normal."
"Your body is so weak and frail, it's already amazing that you can even drag it a little. This chair is heavy, even an ordinary person would have to exert effort to do it!"
Song Jinhuan was comforted emotionally, but rationally she felt she couldn't afford to lose face like that.
The girl stood there for quite a while.
Shen Yushu looked over, her brows furrowing slightly, as if there was nothing she could do, and sighed softly.
The medical books were put down.
The black silk shoes with gold-threaded deer motifs, worn by the young woman, quietly approached her in a few steps.
"Can't lift it?"
The man's voice suddenly came from beside her ear, and judging from the heat of his breath on her earlobe, Song Jinhuan knew that it had exceeded the safe range.
She couldn't help but feel nervous, not daring to even turn her head back, for fear of some unexpected coincidence of a kiss.
It nodded its little head timidly, and the butterfly flapped its wings slightly.
A sudden warmth spread across the back of Song Jinhuan's hand. Looking down, she saw a blank expression in her eyes.
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