Su Ji sat down and looked down.
Although Zhang Guihua raised her chin high and turned her gaze to the other side, she had already stretched out her wrist obediently to let her take her pulse.
"Roll up your sleeves," Su Ji said.
From the side, Zhang Guihua still looked angry, but she obediently rolled up her sleeves.
Su Ji began to take her pulse.
At the same time, she also observed Zhang Guihua's pulse from a close distance, starting from the tendons and veins in her forearm.
"You study Chinese medicine…" Before the doctor could finish speaking, Su Cunyi signaled him to shush.
He and Aunt Cui held their breaths, looking at Zhang Guihua and Su Ji anxiously.
Looking at the group of people who seemed to be serious, the doctor silently exchanged glances with his assistants.
A few minutes later, Su Ji removed her hand from Zhang Guihua's pulse.
