Huh?
Xue Shuheng froze when he heard Li Xu's diagnosis.
Although he hadn't performed a detailed pulse diagnosis on the patient like Li Xu had,
the other symptoms Li Xu mentioned—a swollen face, rapid breathing, vomiting bloody water, chills and fever... all of it matched his own observations of the patient's condition perfectly!
Xue Shuheng was a professor, after all, a man of genuine learning and ability.
He knew in his heart that Li Xu's diagnosis was incredibly precise—it hit the nail right on the head!
A wave of panic washed over him.
'Could it be... does this kid really have some trick up his sleeve that I don't know about?'
"So what?" Xue Shuheng asked with a frown. "Even if your diagnosis is correct, how do you plan to treat her?"
Li Xu didn't answer him. Instead, he turned to Dr. Han from the ER and asked, "Excuse me, do you have any stainless steel acupuncture needles here?"
"Yes, of course we do!"
