From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent ( Anthea )

It wasn't dead after all.

Sherman raised an eyebrow slightly.

It seemed.

He had underestimated Anthea.

If she could catch a snake with her bare hands, she could surely fish in the deep sea without any tools.

After settling the grouper, Anthea looked up at Sherman, "Aren't you hot in all those layers?"

The temperature by the seaside was soaring above 100 degrees Fahrenheit.

Under the blazing sun, Sherman was still clad in his button-up long coat, looking as elegant as a professor who had time-traveled from the early 20th century. Sherman held onto a rosary, "I've always been like this, not really affected by the cold or heat."

Anthea raised an eyebrow, "Really now?"

"Yeah."

Anthea continued, "Let me check your pulse."

Sherman extended his hand, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his strong wrist, "I've been feeling a bit under the weather lately, check me out, will you?" Anthea placed her fingers on his wrist.

Despite the scorching summer, his hand was somewhat cool.

But his pulse seemed normal.

That was quite peculiar.

Having lived twice, this was the first time Anthea had encountered such a constitution.

Anthea raised her eyebrows slightly but soon let go of Sherman's wrist.

"Any issues?" Sherman asked.

"Your health seems fine, no issues." Anthea said.

Sherman frowned slightly, "Are you sure?"

Anthea nodded seriously, "I'm sure."

Sherman continued, "But I've been feeling a bit off lately, like I'm sick. Can you check again, perhaps prescribe some Western medicine?" Anthea frowned slightly, wondering if she had missed something. She placed her hand on Sherman's wrist again, feeling his pulse carefully. ""Don't worry, everything's normal." Anthea released his wrist.

"Normal?" Sherman was skeptical of Anthea's diagnosis.

Anthea added, "From the pulse, there's no problem. You mentioned feeling off, in what way?"

Sherman counted his rosary beads, recalling his symptoms, "Sometimes, I just lose control, my heart races, and I can barely breathe..." Barely able to breathe.

Anthea frowned slightly, this sounded quite serious.

Could her medical skills be failing her?

Otherwise, why couldn't she detect what was wrong with Sherman?

In her previous life, Anthea was a loner, naturally unaware that these were signs of falling for someone.

"When did these symptoms start?"

"About... two or three months ago," Sherman replied.

"Is there a pattern to these episodes?"

Sherman thought hard, "Not really, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and sometimes at night." "How often do these episodes occur?"

Sherman twiddled his rosary, "No pattern there either, sometimes once a week, sometimes every two or three days." Anthea stretched out her hand, "Let me check your pulse again."

Sherman handed his wrist over.

Anthea listened carefully to Sherman's pulse once more.

The pulse was strong and steady, with a normal rate of 90 beats per minute.

Not only was there no issue, but it was also exceptionally healthy.

Strange!

This was truly baffling!

Anthea was doubting herself.

"Still can't figure it out?" Sherman asked.

Anthea shook her head slightly,

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Sherman looked unfazed, "No, that's all."

"This is quite unusual," Anthea said.

urgently. "I've never encount

such strange symptoms in

medical practice."

Not only had she never seen it.

Even in the medical texts she had studied, there was no mention.

She continued, "But, from my experience, it doesn't seem to be anything serious. Don't worry too much. I'll go through some medical books when I get back, and you should also get checked at a hospital. Sometimes, what ancient healing arts can't detect, modern medicine's equipment can."

"Alright," Sherman nodded.

Anthea glanced at the sky, "It's still early, I'm going for another swim."

"Stay safe."