"Hiss..."
Zhao Tienan merely placed his fingers on Liang Xiaoqiao's wrist for two or three seconds, and he immediately inhaled sharply.
As the saying goes, you don't fear a Western doctor with a smile, but you fear a traditional Chinese doctor with a grim expression.
Zhao Tienan's expression genuinely frightened Liang Xiaoqiao quite a bit.
"Doctor, what's going on? Has my condition become so severe?"
Liang Xiaoqiao trembled all over, her heart sank to the bottom, and she almost couldn't stay seated on the chair.
"Your condition has indeed worsened slightly. The virus has started to spread in your lungs, and there's even some calcification in certain areas."
"Luckily, you came in time. If you came tomorrow, even the country's top traditional Chinese doctors would be powerless."
"There's no time to delay; I must perform acupuncture on you immediately!"
