From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 432

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.

the first time Anthea had encountered such

but soon let go of Sherman's

"Any issues?" Sherman asked.

fine, no issues."

frowned slightly,

seriously, "I'm

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

skeptical of

there's no problem.

rosary beads, recalling his symptoms, "Sometimes, I just lose control, my heart races, and I can barely

this

her medical skills be failing

she detect what was wrong

loner, naturally unaware that these were signs of

these

three months ago," Sherman

there a pattern to

morning, sometimes in the

sometimes every two or three days." Anthea stretched out her hand,

handed his

carefully to

was strong and steady, with a

issue, but it was also

Strange!

This was truly baffling!

Anthea was doubting herself.

can't figure it