"Yes, Master. Although your injury is severe, it doesn't necessarily mean it can't be healed. Let me take a look." Lin Miao smiled slightly.
Dingxian nodded. Everyone was here, so not letting them check wasn't going to stop Jing Hui's insistence. She knew her own body too well, unless a medical sage was reborn, there might still be a sliver of hope.
First, Lin Miao observed Dingxian's complexion, then examined her tongue coating, and finally took her pulse.
The pulse of a martial artist cannot be compared with that of ordinary humans. The deeper a martial artist's cultivation, the more their pulse pattern will differ from a normal person's.
Using the standard pulse pattern of a normal person to diagnose a martial artist would certainly be incorrect.
