"Dr. Zhao!" Seeing Zhao Jingxi brought in by his assistant, Zheng Junyan hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. "Thank you so much for coming. Please, help him."
"I'll do my best," Zhao Jingxi nodded gravely. "But I need to see your son before I can make a specific analysis."
"This illness—" After taking Zheng Tenghui's pulse and then pulling back his eyelids to examine his eyes, Zhao Jingxi's brows furrowed, his expression becoming immeasurably complex and solemn.
"Dr. Zhao?"
"According to traditional Chinese medicine, it's an invasion of vile energy, and sorcery energy has entered his brain," Zhao Jingxi said, looking at Zheng Junyan with a serious expression. "His brain has been affected by this vile energy, causing an excess of yin and a deficiency of yang in his body. This has forced him into a coma from which he cannot awaken."
