Jiang Yichun had never seen Bai Ruozhu take such repeated confirmations while checking a pulse, and his heart couldn't help but sink.
After a while, Bai Ruozhu withdrew her hand, her expression grave, and said: "This is an illness I've neither seen nor heard of before, direct skin contact might be contagious. Initially, it's just a skin disease, but over time, it could damage the internal organs. Because I've never treated it, I don't know the method, and can only try bit by bit. But she's in a condition where there's no room for error, nor is there time to try slowly."
"How could this be? Is it not poisoning or curse related to poisonous insects or witchcraft?" Jiang Yichun asked hastily.
Bai Ruozhu shook her head, "It's not poisoning, but I'm not familiar with poisonous insect techniques and witchcraft, so I can't be completely sure."
Perhaps it's a plague emerging in this era.
