Shen Xiuqin quickly said, "Hurry, hurry, arrange a car, Achi, go call the driver, take Grandpa to the hospital."
The old lady panicked, also dazed beside them, and fainted again momentarily.
The living room was in chaos.
Originally, Xu Qinghuan planned to feel the old man's pulse, but at this moment, she had to attend to the old lady first. Jiang Xingye laid the old lady flat, Xu Qinghuan sat to one side, placing two fingers on the old lady's arm.
After a moment, she changed hands.
The pulse was taut and rapid, or the inch pulse uniquely strong, long and taut, straight through the inch's opening.
"The old lady has hypertension and coronary heart disease, right?" Xu Qinghuan chose her words carefully, modern hospitals usually diagnose using instruments and then describe illnesses according to Western medicine.
"Yes, yes, the doctor always says that during every checkup." Shen Xiuqin was so anxious she was at a loss.
