For a moment, Du Heng thought this woman might be a Master with six pure roots who had come to the mortal world just to experience life.
Ding Yuezong seemed to have gotten used to his wife's state and didn't show any unusual reactions to her words.
Du Heng took a deep breath, feeling suffocated while talking to someone with such a tranquil nature.
"Brother Ding, should I check your wife's pulse?"
"Alright, go ahead."
Ding Chuanzong stood up and gave up his seat, moving behind his wife. "Wife, please move forward a bit."
Ding Chuanzong's wife did not cause any trouble this time and cooperatively moved forward, placing her hand on the armrest of the sofa.
Du Heng dared not and did not want to talk to her, for fear that every question he asked would be met with a choking response.
However, upon taking her pulse, Du Heng's eyebrows twitched slightly.
He actually detected a slow and thin pulse.
A slow pulse is one with three beats per breath, coming and going very slowly.
