Long Hao furrowed his brows and shook his head at Shen Yong. The pulse pattern was a bit chaotic, very strange, sometimes weak, sometimes floating. Somehow, he couldn't determine whether there was any inner strength.
He asked, "Young master's pulse is erratic, sometimes weak, sometimes floating. I wonder, what medicine have you recently taken?"
Shen Juncheng covered his lips with a handkerchief and replied warmly, "It was originally for a cough. I have been taking cough suppressants, but a few days ago, due to my wife's carelessness, the cough medicine was accidentally mixed with dizziness medicine while brewing. These past few days, I've felt increasingly uncomfortable and was planning to consult a doctor. Luckily, Second Uncle brought a divine doctor, so I'll trouble the divine doctor to prescribe some medicine for me."
Shen Yong squinted. Such a coincidence?
He signaled to Long Hao with a look to stop worrying about the pulse and instead check the eyes.
