In fact, as soon as Qiu Rumeng grabbed Li Ang's arm, she immediately felt something different about him compared to ordinary people.
By the time she took his pulse, she could hardly keep her expression under control.
"Solid and forceful pulses, broad and firm, met under the finger with resistance, uniform in all three positions, indicating abundant blood and solid pulses, with heat and congestion."
Qiu Rumeng murmured softly, Li Ang's pulse was just too different from that of an ordinary person.
She had encountered a number of masters who had been practicing martial arts for years, but their pulses still fell short compared to Li Ang's.
"Did you notice any problems?"
Li Ang, seeing her frown, also asked out of curiosity.
Although he had always been skeptical about pulse diagnosis, thinking it a bit of mysticism to judge so many conditions based solely on the beating of the arteries,
since he was at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, he still knew he should listen.
