The patient carried in was a woman in her thirties, already unconscious. Liu Mang hurried over to check on her as soon as he saw her.
Fang Bonan, Wang Zhiliang, and that androgynous woman Qiao Siyu were also looking at the female patient.
The woman's lips were cyanotic, her breathing was very irregular, exhaling more than inhaling, and she continuously held her chest in a manner indicating severe pain.
Fang Bonan said quickly, "Liu Mang, if you really have the skills, then diagnose what's wrong with her."
Liu Mang replied irritably, "Acute pericarditis that could be fatal if not handled properly. Don't get in the way here; go somewhere else and cool off!"
Liu Mang hadn't even touched the wrist of the female patient to feel her pulse, yet he had declared her diagnosis without any examination. Fang Bonan was completely incredulous, casting a sidelong glance at Wang Zhiliang and Qiao Siyu.
