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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."

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.

himself and asked,

nervous. They subconsciously looked at the girl who had her eyes closed. She didn't seem like she was attending to Master Cheng at all. While they did not fully believe in Qiao

her fingers on 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 man and asked, "Have you been suffering from headaches,

all you found out after so long? A person suffering from migraines would experience similar symptoms."

concentrated around the forehead, bifrontal,

Cheng's face. He looked at her wide-eyed.

practitioner. She didn't take his pulse. She

his description, she asked the nurse to conduct 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 Lu used

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

traditional Chinese Medicine, this kind of pulse pattern is mainly caused by too much moisture and lack of blood and qi in the body. This would

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