They arrived to see a skinny young man in his twenties leaning against a traffic officer.
The frail young man was breathing laboriously, his face ashen and pale, lips purple, fingers swollen.
"Clubbed fingers, first suspect cardio-pulmonary disease. At his age, lung cancer is unlikely, and it's rare for young people to have idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, so we should first rule out if he's a heart disease patient." Xie Wanying could tell the patient's obvious symptoms without using her Special Ability.
Doctor Jiang looked at her: under such pressing circumstances, for an intern to make such an accurate judgment, she indeed was no ordinary person.
Zhao Zhaowei struggled to recall the medical terminology that Xie Wanying mentioned, wondering what "clubbed fingers" meant.
"Tell me, do you know what disease you have?" Doctor Jiang crouched down and asked the young man.
The young man was too weak to utter a word, only managing to look in Xie Wanying's direction with his eyes.
