"Mr. Qin just got out of the hospital, his body probably hasn't recovered well. How about letting me feel your pulse?" Jiangli smiled slightly and said.
Qin Yingjun was a bit surprised, "The Abbot can also take pulses?"
Fu'er stroked his beard, "Our Abbot is a Taoist Doctor, his medical skills are exceptional. Nowadays, there are probably few traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who can match our Abbot's skills."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yingjun was even more astonished, and then willingly placed his arm on the table, "Then I'll trouble the Abbot."
Jiangli extended his hand, placing it on Qin Yingjun's wrist, and while feeling the pulse, he chatted idly, "Has the Wen Family now fully accepted Wen Mao's death?"
