She cooperatively extended her wrist—
Jian Yufei, following Hua Zhongsheng's instructions, took out what he needed from the medicine box and prepared it for him.
Nangong Xu personally placed a pulse pillow under Nangong Ruyue's wrist.
Hua Zhongsheng wiped his hands with a damp towel before groping and placing his fingers on her radial artery.
No one dared to make a sound, even breathing cautiously, fearing that Hua Zhongsheng might not take the pulse accurately.
......
Hua Zhongsheng spent ten full minutes feeling the pulse before withdrawing his hand.
"Mr. Hua, did you diagnose anything?" Nangong Xu asked.
Hua Zhongsheng said in a deep voice, "Madam Nangong's body is fine, just a bit weak and lacking in energy and blood. The problem lies with the child in her womb. If I diagnosed correctly, there might be some issues with the child's development."
Jian Yufei was stunned—
So it wasn't the mother who was sick; it was her unborn child who had problems.
