Although children's heart rates are faster than adults', Lu Jing's heart rate under the fingertip could jump to 150-200, abnormally high.
Just as Lu Yubai turned on the bedside lamp, he saw Shen Yanhe sitting silently beside the bed, hand resting on Lu Jing's wrist, his eyebrows tightly knitted and his expression very serious.
In an instant, Lu Yubai felt his hands and feet turn ice-cold, and his vision darkened.
He had been looking for doctors for so many years.
Naturally, he knew a saying that circulated in the medical community.
The Western doctor's laughter you can handle, but beware the frown of a traditional Chinese doctor.
When a Chinese doctor frowns, there is definitely a problem.
Lu Yubai's face turned pale.
Could it be that Little Jing's illness had become so severe that even Doctor Yanhe couldn't cure it?
He swallowed hard, looking at Shen Yanhe and asked cautiously, "Doctor Yanhe, is Little Jing… beyond help?"
