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Chapter 85: They Are Close to Each Other
Wynter needed a quiet environment for her pulse diagnosis, and Dalton’s presence, while not bothersome, was something that required her full focus. Despite the closeness between them, Ethan, understanding the dynamics, kept his silence, knowing that Dalton had given his consent.
Wynter gently released his hand and murmured, “Why did the pulse change back after only three days?”
Dalton coughed again, his voice hoarse as he replied, “My condition is special. You don’t need to blame yourself.”
“Blame myself?” Wynter smiled, her tone casual. “I’m not as kind as you think. I just want to know the reason. Logically speaking, your pulse shouldn’t have reverted so quickly.”
Dalton’s mind immediately went to the discarded medical incense, his eyes darkening with thought.
Wynter then looked at Ethan. “Report to me everything he’s eaten over the past two days. The more detailed, the better. I want a full schedule.”
Ethan quickly complied, recounting Dalton’s meals and activities.
Wynter pondered after hearing the details. “From a dietary perspective, everything seems fine,” she said, her brow furrowing slightly.
Dalton clenched his fists, responding in his usual hoarse voice, “Yes.”
Wynter turned her gaze back to him. “When are you free? I’d like to visit your residence and workplace.”
Dalton raised an eyebrow at her suggestion, but his calm demeanor didn’t falter.
Ethan’s eyes widened in alarm. If she goes to his residence, Dalton won’t be able to hide his true identity!
Wynter noticed their reactions and raised her own brow. “Is it inconvenient for you?”
Before Ethan could fully process the situation, Dalton spoke, his voice steady. “It’s convenient.”
Ethan looked at him in surprise.
Dalton lowered his eyes, thinking for a moment, before adding, “Wait until I finish my work.”
Wynter, recognizing that both workers and bosses were often busy at the end of the month, nodded. “Okay.”
Ethan still didn’t quite understand. “Dr. Genius, does the pulse have something to do with his residence?”
“Yes.”
Wynter explained slowly, “Some places aren’t ideal for living. People often consult fortune tellers when choosing a new home, as they’re mindful of certain factors. For example, some prefer houses with good ventilation and airflow, especially in terms of north and south-facing homes. Poor ventilation can lead to the buildup of germs, increasing the chance of illness.”
She turned her attention back to Dalton. “Your condition is special, so you must be selective about where you live.”
Ethan was taken aback by the insight.
Dalton smiled faintly. “So, you’re suggesting that fortune telling might actually have a scientific basis?”
Wynter gave a small shrug, her tone light. “You could interpret it that way.”
She seemed to think for a moment, then reached into her drawer and pulled out a small handful of lozenges, offering them to him. “There are only a few left. I’ll make more tonight, so you can pick them up tomorrow.”
Dalton looked at the lozenges in his hand, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “No wonder I can’t find these anywhere. You made them yourself?”
“Yes.” Wynter nodded, leaning back slightly. “Wolf loves them. I started making them because I didn’t want to see him chewing on raw herbs. It just looks odd, so I thought lozenges might be a better way. I didn’t originally intend to give them out for long-term use.”
It had all been a coincidence, but the lozenges worked wonders for Dalton, especially with clearing and cooling his internal heat.
Just as they were talking, Wolf appeared, eagerly holding out a QR code sign. He motioned for Ethan to scan it.
Ethan chuckled and paid for the lozenges. It wasn’t expensive, but he had never seen a child so eager to make money—except for Dr. Genius’ younger brother, of course!
Before he could think any more on it, a voice suddenly called out from the doorway.
“Is anyone here?”
