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"Either way is okay."

Whether the patient was standing or sitting had little impact on their pulse.

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes slightly. She tilted her head and said, "This will take some time. If you are too tired to stand, you can also sit down." "Is that so? Then, I will sit down."

Without much delay, Master Cheng found a place to sit down. He stretched out his left hand, put it on the table, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Miss Qiao, come here."

"Mm."

and sat opposite him. She stretched out two beautiful white fingers and placed them on his wrist. She then lowered her eyelashes and quietly measured his pulse. Outside the laboratory, everyone was very quiet. Their breathing became tense. No one said that they couldn't speak during the checking of his pulse. However,

did not speak, his expression became tenser. He couldn't help himself and asked, "Miss Qiao, how is Master Cheng's

They subconsciously looked at the girl who had her eyes closed. She didn't seem like she was attending to Master Cheng at

her other hand to check his pulse. She waited for another minute before raising her head. Her eyes were black as she looked at the old

person suffering

concentrated around the forehead, bifrontal, parietal, occipital, and neck. The nature of the

look of surprise appeared on Master Cheng's face. He looked at her wide-eyed. "How

Lu was a Western Medicine practitioner. She didn't take his pulse. She listened to him describe the symptoms of his illness

some tests on him. After his brain scan came back, she rambled off some technical terms and gave him a prescription. That was all. Although Liang

Nian's eyes raised a little and she smiled. She said, "I

changes in pace. Your liver and gallbladder are blocked. Your spleen and stomach are weak. In traditional Chinese Medicine, this kind of pulse pattern is mainly caused by too much moisture and lack

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