Early in the morning, Ji Xiuwen felt a bit embarrassed.
After all, in other places, such treatment is usually reserved for one's own son.
He's just an adopted son.
However, Ji Xiuwen quickly convinced himself that learning skills is not shameful; this is no time to be vain; the thicker the skin, the better.
What's more important than skills?
"Okay."
Ji Xiuwen didn't hesitate and directly placed his hand on the child's wrist.
Seeing Ji Xiuwen's method of taking the pulse, Lu Xuan instantly knew this guy couldn't differentiate between adults and children.
But it's hard to blame Ji Xiuwen. This kind of thing, the school mentors might mention it in passing, but who would think these fresh graduates would have the skills to diagnose children?
After all, they can't even accurately sense an adult's pulse, let alone a child's.
Furthermore, there aren't such young children at school for them to practice on.
Over time, everyone didn't pay much attention to it, and it was forgotten.
