"Either way is okay."
Whether the patient was standing or sitting had little impact on their pulse.
Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes slightly. She tilted her head and said, "This will take some time. If you are too tired to stand, you can also sit down."
"Is that so? Then, I will sit down."
Without much delay, Master Cheng found a place to sit down. He stretched out his left hand, put it on the table, and rolled up his sleeves.
"Miss Qiao, come here."
"Mm."
Qiao Nian walked over and sat opposite him. She stretched out two beautiful white fingers and placed them on his wrist. She then lowered her eyelashes and quietly measured his pulse.
Outside the laboratory, everyone was very quiet. Their breathing became tense. No one said that they couldn't speak during the checking of his pulse. However, no one made a noise.
Gu San was very nervous. After a few minutes, seeing that the girl did not speak, his expression became tenser. He couldn't help himself and asked, "Miss Qiao, how is Master Cheng's situation?"
The corners of Zhou Wei's mouth curled downwards. There was a look of disapproval on her face.
Bo Jingxing and the others from the Ninth Branch were very nervous. They subconsciously looked at the girl who had her eyes closed. She didn't seem like she was attending to Master Cheng at all.
While they did not fully believe in Qiao Nian's abilities, they were still hoping that she could cure Master Cheng's illness.
Qiao Nian changed her posture and used her fingers on her other hand to check his pulse. She waited for another minute before raising her head. Her eyes were black as she looked at the old man and asked, "Have you been suffering from headaches, nausea, and have been vomiting recently?"
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