This was the first time Qiao Yin had diagnosed someone's pulse in front of such a large audience.
Fortunately, she was very focused when she worked, with all her attention on the patient.
Otherwise, being stared at by so many pairs of eyes might make her feel uncomfortable.
The diagnosis took a long time but no one spoke, everyone watched her with a mix of curiosity or skepticism.
Only the patient himself looked completely despondent, holding no hope at all.
Qiao Yin had noticed the scars on his wrist, one of them looked new, suggesting he had attempted suicide recently. His mental state had deteriorated to the extreme.
However, his clothes were clean and he himself was neat and had no strange smells, clearly someone had looked after him well.
After the diagnosis, Qiao Yin, with the help of her cousin, lifted the patient onto the treatment bed.
He was surprisingly light for a grown man, even lighter than the old lady, showing just how much weight he had lost.
