Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 86: Taking the Pulse

He then casually extended his hand, motioning for Song Qingya to go ahead and take his pulse.

Song Qingya started by taking Luo Fuman’s pulse.

While she was checking his pulse, Yang Yingzi cracked a joke, her tone teasing.

"With that big belly of my Luo Fuman’s, you’d better not find a ’pregnancy pulse’! That would be the biggest joke in the world!"

Hearing his wife’s words, Luo Fuman’s face flushed. He coughed awkwardly and retorted in a low voice, "Hey, honey, can’t you give that mouth of yours a rest? I’m just a little fatter than usual. How did that get twisted into me being ’pregnant’? Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration?"

Song Qingya, however, continued her diagnosis in silence until she finally pulled her hand back.

But Luo Fuman couldn’t help but be the first to ask, "How is it? Did you find anything?"

"Don’t worry, Brother Luo. There’s nothing seriously wrong."

she replied softly.

After hearing this, the tension in Luo Fuman’s heart eased slightly.

He knew that Song Qingya had only just started learning Chinese medicine and wasn’t very experienced.

But her simple words of reassurance were still a comfort.

However, not long after dinner,

Luo Fuman started yawning nonstop. He was too drowsy to even speak, his eyelids fighting to stay open.

"Are you sleep-deprived or something? All you do all day is sleep!"

Yang Yingzi shot him a glare, grumbling with dissatisfaction.

As she spoke, she reached out and pinched his arm.

"Go home if you want to sleep!"

"It’s alright, I have a guest room ready. If you two would like to stay the night, you’re more than welcome. Brother Luo, why don’t you go rest for a bit? You must be tired after running around all day."

"Well then, thank you, Qingya. You’re so thoughtful, always thinking of others."

"You’re the only one who’d indulge this bad habit of his."

Yang Yingzi said this with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

Though she was complaining, she knew that Luo Fuman was genuinely exhausted. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

She didn’t have a better way to handle the situation herself.

Seeing Luo Fuman standing there, his eyelids drooping, clearly too sleepy to keep his eyes open,

Yang Yingzi could only frown and urge him softly, "Alright, alright, don’t just stand there. Hurry up and go to sleep."

After Luo Fuman had walked away, unsteady on his feet,

the smile that had been on Song Qingya’s face gradually faded.

Her expression grew serious. She pulled Yang Yingzi by the arm, led her to a corner, and said in a hushed voice, "Sister Yingzi, I didn’t want to say this in front of Brother Luo, in case he got the wrong idea and took it to heart. There’s something I think I need to tell you."

Yang Yingzi heard the unusual tone in her voice and her own expression tightened.

"Go on. If there’s something on your mind, just say it."

"Actually... Brother Luo might not be lazy. He..."

Song Qingya hesitated for a moment. "There might be something wrong with his health."

"Huh?"

Yang Yingzi stared at Song Qingya in surprise, finding it hard to believe.

"What kind of problem? Tell me more."

Song Qingya sighed softly. She deliberated for a few seconds before speaking, mindful of the fact that she was just a beginner who had only recently started reading medical books.

Her understanding of diseases was still only at a basic level.

She didn’t directly use a heavy, technical term like "liver cirrhosis."

Instead, she lowered her voice and asked about some specific symptoms to further confirm her judgment and worries.

"Has Brother Luo’s appetite been especially poor lately? And has he been feeling weak all over, mentally exhausted, or even had a fever?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Hearing this description, Yang Yingzi’s eyes widened in recognition as she nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, he has basically all of those symptoms! Qingya, how do you know all this? How could you know about these things so clearly?"

"And after he has a fever, does he also lose some weight? Does his complexion seem to be getting worse and worse?"

Yang Yingzi hadn’t paid much attention to these changes before.

She always felt that men were tough and could just power through it and get better on their own.

But now, hearing Song Qingya accurately describe even these details,

and with her own husband matching every single one of these abnormal signs,

a sense of unease began to creep into her heart.

"Qingya, tell me... Old Luo doesn’t really have something wrong with him, does he?"

She subconsciously tightened her grip on Song Qingya’s hand.

"Tell me the truth. I’m not scared. Even if something is really wrong, I can accept it. I just want to know what’s happening."

"Sister Yingzi, don’t worry too much."

Song Qingya gently held her hand.

She said in a gentle tone, "If you trust me, you should take Brother Luo to the hospital next week. The provincial hospital has better equipment and more specialists. It would be best to make an appointment with the hepatology department."

She paused, her brows furrowing slightly.

"I suspect he might have a problem with his liver. Of course, it’s not very serious right now, but seeing a doctor early will prevent it from turning into a major issue."

"I... I understand."

Yang Yingzi said in a low voice, the words seeming to be squeezed from the depths of her throat.

She sat down with a grave expression, her hands unconsciously wringing together.

"I’ll tell Old Luo to take time off work tomorrow. We’ll go to Qi City to get it checked out."

"Good. Don’t be too anxious."

Song Qingya nodded, her tone still gentle.

"If anything comes up, remember to contact me anytime. Don’t try to bear it all on your own. We’re relatives and neighbors, so if you need any help, just ask."

She offered a few more words of comfort, trying to ease the heavy atmosphere.

A short while later, the door was gently pushed open.

Fei Jin returned with Luo Weiwei.

Sunlight streamed in through the partially open door, adding a bit of warmth to the living room.

Luo Weiwei was holding a piece of candy, bright yellow and crystal clear.

"Aunt Fang next door made them for her kids. She saw Weiwei and gave her some."

Fei Jin explained as he walked into the room.

"Oh, you silly child, why would you take things from others?"

The words came out of Yang Yingzi’s mouth reflexively, but after she said them, she couldn’t help but shake her head.

Normally, she would have started nagging endlessly.

’It’s fine if they give you something once or twice, but you can’t always be taking things from people...’

But right now, her mind was completely preoccupied with Luo Fuman’s condition, and she had no energy to truly scold Luo Weiwei.

After hearing Song Qingya’s speculation, her mind was racing. The worry pressed down on her, heavier and heavier, terrified that Old Luo was really sick, just as she’d said.

Just then, the sound of soft footsteps came from the doorway.

Luo Fuman emerged from the guest room, yawning, his steps visibly weary.

He looked as if he hadn’t fully woken up.

"That nap was worse than not sleeping at all. I just feel groggy."

he said, rubbing his eyes.

As expected, his condition was even worse than it had been that morning.

His face was etched with fatigue, his complexion had an unnatural sallow-yellow tinge, and his lips lacked their usual reddish color.

His once-sturdy frame now seemed somewhat stooped.

He looked far more haggard than when he had first arrived that morning.

Yang Yingzi was sitting at the table, lost in thought, when she caught his emergence in her peripheral vision.

She snapped her head up to look at her husband.