Song Dejiang coughed lightly and sat opposite Madam Yang. He said to her, "Give me your hand. I'll take your pulse."
Madam Yang looked at Gu Yundong, who nodded. She slowly and carefully reached out her hand, but she still looked uneasy.
How could Song Dejiang not see that there was something wrong with her? His expression immediately turned serious.
He closed his eyes slightly and took her pulse quietly.
After a while, he stood up and walked behind Madam Yang to look at the back of her head.
Madam Yang almost jumped up in shock. It was only when Gu Yundong walked to her side and hugged her that she calmed down.
Song Dejiang asked a few more questions. Most of them were similar to what Doctor He had asked back then.
However, his emotions were not as intense as Doctor He's.
Gu Yundong was a little nervous. "Can my mother's illness be cured?"
"It's hard to say." Song Dejiang sighed.
