Zhuge Jingming watched Wen Xin's movements without speaking. He knew that whatever he said wouldn't be as clear as Wen Xin personally taking the pulse.
"The situation isn't as serious as imagined. Let me give it a try."
Wen Xin looked at her arm, hesitating a bit as she spoke, hoping that her one hand could keep up with the pace.
Wen Xin picked up a backpack from the side, and with Zhuge Jingming's assistance, removed a black cloth bag from the backpack.
"Can you help me disinfect the golden needles?" Wen Xin looked at the old madam's complexion, removed the needles administered by Zhuge Jingming, and waited for him to disinfect her golden needles.
"Little Uncle-Master, the old madam should be experiencing a blockage in her blood and energy, probably due to anger."
Zhuge Jingming looked at Wen Xin. Seeing a trace of nervousness on her face, he couldn't help but comfort her.
