Madam Su hasn't seen her daughter's face since she entered the chambers because her daughter had refused to let her. Frustrated, she unleashed exasperation on the maids whom she met kneeling, assuming they were the cause of her daughter's trouble.
The physician walked to the bed which has now been blocked by a screen. Su Yan stuck out her wrist from behind the screen to let him take her pulse. He placed a clean white handkerchief on the fair and slender wrist, and then placed his fingers on it to take her pulse, although he still didn't know what the problem was with the Young Miss.
While taking her pulse, his brows were creased and irritation flash through his aged face. After some time, he removed his fingers from her wrist and shook his head.
"What is the problem with her?" Madam Su asked with anticipation.
