Yuan Wense walked in. The layout of the room was no different from before, except that there was no one in the living room. Wang Guoqiang directly took Yuan Wense into the inner room.

The curtains were all drawn, and the room was very dark. Only a soft small lamp was turned on, and a thin figure was huddled on the bed. In such a hot summer, the person's whole body was wrapped in a blanket. Only some hair was visible, and it was obvious.

His body was trembling.

Not seeing the old man being forced by Wang Guo as an excuse, Yuan Wense didn't dwell too much on the matter and asked softly: "What's wrong with him?"

A faint wry smile appeared on Wang Guoqiang's face: "He is my nephew. He has been in very bad health since he was a child. He had a high fever when he was about three or four years old. The adults in the family were busy with work, and no one noticed this high fever.

It lasts for a long time and causes pulmonary

Complications even caused heart disease. Since then, his body has gradually weakened and he has never been healthy. He is just 19 years old this year and has been hospitalized 8 times. Our old man is very

I feel sorry for him and look for good doctors everywhere.

I heard that Xuanyuan invited you to help their old man with his medical treatment, so our old man has already said hello, telling us that if we see you, we must invite you over and take a look at our children."

The original text Se immediately understood that Wang Guoqiang did not know her. No matter who was invited by the Xuanyuan family today, he would invite that person over to look after their children.

Yuan Wense felt that this child did not seem to be having a heart attack. He was obviously cold. It was definitely unusual for someone to be able to sleep so tightly wrapped in a blanket at noon on this autumn day when the air conditioner was not turned on.

No matter what the illness is, he needs to be seen first, and we can wait until he can survive. The original text said: "Okay, I will help him hold the pulse."

Wang Guoqiang was a little surprised: "Do you still need to support the pulse?"

Yuan Wense was also confused: "Looking, hearing, listening, this is the most basic thing!"

"What do you mean, you are a Chinese medicine practitioner?" Wang Guoqiang felt that his nephew's problem could not be cured by a true Chinese medicine practitioner.

"I should be considered a Chinese medicine doctor." Yuan Wense is not sure. After all, she has not studied Chinese medicine in a serious university, and she doesn't know what the difference is between current Chinese medicine and the past.

Wang Guoqiang directly lifted the veil and said, "But with all due respect to your young age, your achievements in traditional Chinese medicine cannot be the reason why the Xuanyuan family seeks you to treat their old man!"

Yuan Wense quite likes Wang Guoqiang's attitude towards dealing with things. It would be better to say many things directly. She smiled and said, "You are not going to let me see a doctor for him and just let him drink the talisman water, right?"

Even if Wang Guoqiang had this intention in his heart, he couldn't admit it, "Oh, of course not, but our children are timid and easily frightened, so please be more patient."

Yuan Wense walked to the bedside and gently lifted the quilt. Under the quilt was a face intertwined with green and white. It was the face of a rather gorgeous young man, with very beautiful facial features and long black eyelashes, tightly closed.

Constantly trembling...

"Don't worry, let me help you!" Yuan Wense's voice is very soft and his movements are very slow, which has a calming effect on the mind.
Chapter completed!