"Again!" Sun Pinghui clenched his teeth and said.
A patient, approximately fifty years old, sat down in front of the consultation desk, his face showing the listlessness brought on by long-term illness.
Sun Pinghui placed his hands on the patient's pulse and asked, "Do your limbs hurt?"
"He suffers from chronic rheumatoid arthritis, with joint pain in the limbs and coldness and stiffness in the lower extremities," Qin Han calmly interjected before the patient could respond.
"Yes, yes, my limbs hurt so much that I can't sleep well. Truly a Divine Doctor!" the patient nodded repeatedly, saying.
Sun Pinghui looked at Qin Han, feeling somewhat bitter, "This youngster can see through it at a glance. Once might be luck, but twice is no coincidence; it seems this young man truly has genuine skills."
"Qin, my young friend, shall we both prescribe a formula and see?" Sun Pinghui said with a faint smile.
