However, that was just a thought. Meng Qi pointed at Duan Rui and said, "Doctor Zhong, this is Duan Rui with the Soul-dissociating Syndrome."
"Isn't it Duan Fusheng..." Feng Yuanjing blurted out.
Meng Qi had already figured out what had happened. He stifled his laughter and said, "You can also call him that."
As a Half-step Exterior Scenery, Zhong Taiping had sensed that there was someone with his acupoints sealed lying on the bed even before he had walked into the room. He knew that Duan Rui was ill at first glance. He stood beside the bed and lifted Duan Rui's left hand, then he put his forefinger and middle finger on Duan Rui's wrist in a weird position. As he became calm and focused, Meng Qi and the others stopped talking and waited quietly.
