Just as Chen Ru was about to say something, Li Fei preempted her, "Auntie, let me take your pulse first to see what the situation is."
From his observations just now, Li Fei could already sense Chen Ru's illness, but he couldn't just come out and say it. If he could see the illness at a glance, it would be too shocking. The proper procedures still had to be followed, after all. Taking her pulse would also allow Li Fei to better understand the root of the disease.
Chen Ru was very magnanimous and did not refuse. She immediately sat down on a small stool, resting her arm on the stone table.
Li Fei, don't listen to my daughter talking nonsense. My health is good. I should be able to live another three to five years without problems. Besides, I'm already in my sixties; I've lived long enough," she said quite nonchalantly, without a hint of someone near death.
