Before him stood a companion who had risen from the dead, and behind him, Old Lady Wu brandished a kitchen knife. Yang Xiao now faced a perilous situation that seemed to be a certain death trap.
He didn't even have a chance to run: the window was blocked by the bed, and the path behind him was cut off by Old Lady Wu. Even if he could manage to rush out of the bedroom, he would be hacked to death by Old Lady Wu's frantic knife swings in front of the locked door.
The more panicked one is, the faster death comes. In this critical moment, Yang Xiao displayed an exceptionally strong psyche. As if he had noticed nothing amiss, he retracted his left hand from the pulse diagnosis with a silk thread and nodded with a smile, "So that's how it is."
Old Lady Wu behind him was taken aback and, somewhat skeptically, lowered the kitchen knife. "Doctor, have you figured out what's wrong with my son?"
"Hmm, bring me some paper and a pen, I'll write a prescription."
