随后又踢他一脚，“你没病挂什么号呀！”                                                                                “谁说我没病？”                                                                                “”                                                                                蒋慕承把衣袖撩起来，“给我量量血压，感觉头晕脑胀的。”                                                                                苏韵知道他浅眠，还经常熬夜开跨国视频会，所以他说什么，她也信了，拿出血压器，让他伸直手臂，半握拳。                                                                                蒋慕承臂伸直后，指尖直接蹭到苏韵的胸前，苏韵还感觉蒋慕承来回蹭了好几下。                                                                                苏韵拍了好几下他的手背，厉声呵斥：“坐好了，老实点！”                                                                                蒋慕承以着一贯低沉平稳的语气说道：“我怎么不老实了？手臂长，手指长怪我？”                                                                                苏韵瞪了他眼，示意他闭嘴。                                                                                “血压正常。”苏韵收起血压测量仪，又问他：“还有哪里不舒服？”                                                                                蒋慕承指指自己心脏位置，“帮我听听，感觉不太正常。”                                                                                苏韵又戴上听诊器，刚要把听诊头放到他心脏部位，却被蒋慕承伸手挡住。                                                                                “怎么了？”苏韵不明所以的问他。                                                                                蒋慕承开始解衬衫的扣子。