Li Xu's gaze fell upon the patient's right side. "Does it still hurt?" he asked.
The patient's wife answered for him. "The pain isn't so bad anymore, but he feels bloated and stuffy. He says it's like there's something growing in there, pressing on him, and it's really uncomfortable. I was scared to death. I thought it was liver cancer, so I rushed him in for a full workup, but the results showed his liver, gallbladder, spleen, and pancreas are all perfectly fine. There was nothing there."
Upon hearing this, Wang Wenbo, who had been silent the entire time, let the corners of his mouth lift into a faint, amused smile.
Li Xu nodded as well, apparently having grasped the situation.
He said, "Give me your hand. I'm going to take your pulse."
The patient struggled to extend his hand and rest it on the Pulse Pillow.
Li Xu placed his three fingers on the patient's wrist, quieting his mind and concentrating.
