Bei Shuo removed her fingers from the patient's wrist and looked at her face. It was hard to tell how old she was. She was a thin woman who had been tortured by her illness. However, she could still tell that she was a beautiful woman. Her gaze was cold and dull, and she did not seem to be very sensitive to the outside world.
Bei Shuo stared at her in a daze.
"Bei Shuo?" Dr. Li called her name softly.
Bei Shuo turned around and looked at Dr. Li calmly.
Dr. Li tilted his head and gestured for them to leave. He then turned around and led Bei Shuo out of the ward.
"How's her pulse?"
Bei Shuo lowered her eyes and thought carefully before saying, "From the pulse, it seems to be obstructed. It seems like there's internal fire, but it also seems to be extremely cold. Teacher, I've never seen such a complicated pulse. I wonder what illness this patient has."
When Bei Shuo looked up again, her face was filled with curiosity.
