Jiu Fujin said: "How about you help me take a look when my father comes back?"

Nonsense! If you ask me to check the pulse of an old sage, it’s because he is an elder. How can a sister-in-law check the pulse of a brother-in-law?

Jiu Fujin whispered: "Let's think of a way. Instead of diagnosing the pulse, just look at the Qi! Isn't it important to look, hear, ask and feel?"

Just look at it and prescribe medicine, so you really don't have to worry about getting it bad.

It was so busy. Anyway, it had been a busy day. In the evening, Tongtong told Hongzhen the story of Journey to the West and coaxed the child to sleep. Then a sudden thought occurred in his heart. He really didn't know that he would be able to see Jiu Ye.

After the child fell asleep, she started to toss.

When Siye came back, he saw Tongtong holding a silk thread in her hand, and the other end of the silk thread was tied to Grandma Zhang's hand.

What is this for? Is it for pulse diagnosis?

Tongtong replied seriously, "It's about diagnosing the pulse with a hanging silk thread. According to legend, Sun Simiao used a hanging silk thread to diagnose the pulse of Empress Changsun. I'll give it a try..."

You’ve already said it’s a legend, so why are you taking it seriously?

Tongtong waved his hand: Don’t talk, what if it’s OK?!
Chapter completed!