Birthroom.
Song Xiaoyun felt that she could clearly hear the breathing of the few people around her.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Lu Xuan. After a while, seeing that Lu Xuan hadn't made any movements, Song Xiaoyun couldn't help but frown slightly and gently nudged Wu Liguo with her elbow:
She whispered, "Teacher Wu, is this... going to work?"
Wu Liguo turned his head and saw Song Xiaoyun looking anxious, with a hint of doubt on her face. He pressed his hand to signal, "Don't be anxious. Traditional Chinese Medicine's diagnosis is different from our Western medicine. Modern medical equipment can reveal everything at a glance, but Chinese medicine relies on observing, hearing, questioning, and taking pulses, as well as experience to make judgments. You can't rush it."
Song Xiaoyun explained, "I'm just worried that if it takes too long, something might go wrong."
