Hearing Elder Fang's question and knowing that everyone was growing impatient, Feng Qingqing turned around to look at Uncle Fang and Aunt Fang.
At that moment, Li Wenjing and her husband were not particularly anxious—not because they didn't care about their son, but because they held little hope that this young woman could cure their youngest son. Still, they wanted to hear what she thought. Judging by the past two days, the girl's medical skills seemed quite good. Seeing her turn around to meet their gaze, they weren't quite sure what she meant and felt slightly puzzled, yet their hearts pounded with tension. Although they didn't believe a young woman could find a solution when other veteran experts had failed with their youngest son, a shred of lingering hope remained deep inside. What if? Parents were generally all alike.
After a long moment of reflection, Feng Qingqing already had a plan in mind. When she spoke now, her voice was steady and fluent: "Uncle, Aunt, judging by his pulse, my little cousin does indeed have a choppy pulse, which indicates blood stasis."
Chapter 179