"Mr. Wang, I am an old acquaintance of Elder Wang—I will do my utmost." Elder Gu, the divine doctor, said solemnly, nodding in agreement.
The masked girl moved a chair over to Elder Wang's bedside, her lips slightly parted, "Grandfather, please."
Her voice was very cold, almost exactly as Wentian had imagined.
Elder Gu nodded and sat down, and the girl took a cushion from the box she was carrying and placed Elder Wang's emaciated wrist on it.
Elder Gu placed his fingers on it, taking Elder Wang's pulse.
For a time, the scene was silent.
The members of the Wang family were all extremely tense, yet dared not speak a half-word for fear of disturbing the divine doctor's pulse reading.
Out of boredom, Wentian watched Elder Gu's three fingers on Elder Wang's wrist, then nodded slightly; the old man truly had skill.
