My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 60 I Am Your Boss?

Every time she finished an important point, Jocelyn would seriously ask him if there was anything he

didn't understand.

His answer, always, was no.

Before he knew it, it was twelve o'clock.

Jocelyn had covered the basics of pulse-taking and diagnosis, and had almost finished.

Glancing down at her watch, Jocelyn's gaze softly fell on Noah's face.

At the moment, he was looking at her intently, and his eyes were like two invisible nets that could trap a

person if he wasn't careful.

After a second of wandering, Jocelyn softly said, "I've finished telling you some very basic things, did

you understand everything?"

"Yeah." He continued to look at her, his voice damn good.

"Really?" Jocelyn was skeptical.

If it was true, then this man was more than a genius in medicine. This was simply a once-in-a-

thousand-year miracle talent.

In the current medicine world, there was absolutely no one with more talent than him.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" Jocelyn's gaze was filled with disbelief.

"Yeah."

"In that case, then you can take my pulse." Jocelyn put her hand on the table.

He didn't say anything, he just silently cupped her face with both hands, his cool gaze carefully

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The simple gesture stirred up waves of shock in her heart.

Jocelyn's body shook slightly, taking a deep breath, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Isn't the first step looking?"

"..." Jocelyn had nothing to say, "Then ... then you hurry up."

He didn't say anything and continued to hold her face, looking at it carefully.

Her face was small, and it looked extra small against his two large hands.

After a full minute of looking, he added, "Stick out your tongue."

She obediently stuck out her tongue.

He stared for a moment, before gently releasing her face and asking, "Are you having a bit of

menstrual cramps?"

The sensitive subject caused Jocelyn to blush slightly, and she nodded gently, "Yeah."

Inwardly, the feeling of admiration for him deepened.

She didn't expect him to really master it.

He didn't say anything, just silently placed three fingers on her pulse and lowered his head to carefully

diagnose.

Seriousness was filled in his eyes.

Less than a minute later, he slowly raised his head and said indifferently, "There's nothing seriously

wrong with you, just your body is cold."

He was right.

She did have a cold body.

In the past, she had been very cold and had sought Chinese medicine for a period of time, but the

results were not very satisfactory. Every time she had her period she was in pain and her body was

very cold.

After she went to Y Country and met her master, she was able to recover under his care.

This time she had a relapse, but the symptoms were mild, just a hot and uncomfortable abdomen when

she had her period.

She had intended to regulate it, but she had been busy during this period, so she hadn't been able to

take care of it.

Looking at the man in front of her, Jocelyn couldn't help but wonder: had he really not been exposed to

this before?

"You are right." Jocelyn's eyes were full of joy.

"Oh."

"What about the regimen for mild body cold?" When she had just given him a lecture on pulse taking,

she had said the method and she wanted to test him.

"Eight slices of fresh ginger, twelve dried dates, and an appropriate amount of brown sugar. Put the

three in a casserole over a medium-high heat and bring to a rolling boil, after which simmer over a

gentle fire to meld them together."

"Every night before going to bed, drink a bowl of this sweet soup to improve blood circulation and drive

away the cold and warm the body. If it is too much trouble, there is another method, a mugwort foot

bath every night before bed." He answered carefully.

Again, he was right.

"Is it true that you have not been exposed to this knowledge at all before?" Jocelyn's eyes were full of

doubts.

"Yes."

"You are so good, I consider myself a genius already, but the speed at which I learn things is still far

worse than yours."

"Okay." He looked as normal.

"Don't be so modest, you're not okay, you're superb." Jocelyn couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Oh."

"It's getting late, let's call it a night, tomorrow ... oh no, it's a new day after twelve. Is it okay if we

continue tonight?" Jocelyn added.

"Yes." Noah stood up and picked up the black tweed trench coat on the chair.

And then he draped it directly over her body, leaning down to carefully fasten a button for her.

"Why?" Jocelyn asked.

"It's snowing, it's cold." With those words, he took the first step and walked out of the private room.

Looking at that back, she felt her heart warmed.

Turning her head, she realised that it was snowing heavily outside.

The moment the door was about to close, she quickly caught up with him and walked alongside him,

"No need, I'll get in the car when I get out."

"You have a cold body, you should take care of yourself." He said, bowing his head as he descended

the steps.

The men and women passing by marvelled at the looks and temperament of the two of them.

"Going out dressed like that, are you planning to freeze to death?" Jocelyn said.

"I have a car, any more nonsense and our deal is off." His tone was overbearing, not allowing anyone

to refuse.

Jocelyn was speechless for a second, and then she followed his footsteps again, turning her head to

look at his cold face, "I am your boss, shouldn't the initiative be in my hands?"

By definition, shouldn't he listen to whatever she said?

"My boss?" His eyebrows raised slightly.

It was the first time in his life that someone had said that word to him.

"Am I not your Boss?"

"Yes."

"Is the monthly salary I offer you not attractive enough?"

"Not enough."

"..." Jocelyn was at a loss for words.

His boss couldn't give him this much money in a month, right? What the hell made this man so crazy?

"Noah, do you know you're crazy?"

"I don't know."

"..."

At the door, Jocelyn paused in her steps, ready to take off the jacket to him.

Noah instantly pressed her hand, "Be good, put it on."

He was still expressionless, but his tone was soft.

Outside, it was snowing heavily, and every snowflake was like gilded with a layer of gold under the

light, making the world a clean and beautiful place.

Even in front of him, such a beautiful snow scene was only worthy of being a backdrop, nothing could

take away his light.

Without waiting for her to give him any more reaction, he took a step straight into the wind and snow,

leaving a deep footprint on the endless snow.

She didn’t know if it was the beauty of the night or the misty light, but at this moment she felt that his

back was the most enchanting sight in the world.

Soon, he disappeared from her sight.

She returned to her senses, got into her red Maserati and dashed off into the night.

In the underground car park, a black, limited edition Rolls-Royce stretch car parked there in the dim

light, shone with an understated, opulent light.