When they heard that it was because of Feng Wazi's condition, the patients in the ward and the families of the patients hurriedly moved out of the way and let the doctors blocked outside the door come in.

One, two, three... When all the doctors blocked outside entered the ward, the people in the ward almost fell off their chins. What happened? Has the doctors from half of the hospital come here? They have seen the hospital consulting patients before, but it was the first time they saw them in such a big situation.

"Well, that's all, let's squeeze together..." I originally planned to let some people go back to the clinic to wait, but after thinking about it, I changed my mind halfway.

"Doctor Fang, this..." Looking at the large circle of dense white coats surrounded by his good grandson's bed, Feng Wazi's grandfather was a little helpless and instinctively asked Dr. Fang for help.

"Don't worry, old man, this is Dr. Xiao Song." Dr. Fang signaled to Jian'er.

"Doctor Xiao Song, I know, I know... Hello, Doctor Xiao Song!" The old man responded quickly, and finally he did not forget to show Jian'er a simple and flattering smile with Er. The old man said that he didn't know that no one could remember this person.

Dr. Xiao Song was told by Dr. Fang before, the one who found that his good grandson was not a young expert in heart disease. And Dr. Fang also said that even though he knew what was going on, he could not cure it. The treatment of his good grandson must also fall on this person. In other words, the person who ultimately decided his good grandson's fate was the young girl in front of him. How could he not please him? Nothing else, he just wanted to have more hearts during treatment. It is impossible to say that this kind of heart is the key to whether his good grandson can survive.

"This..." Dr. Fang signaled to Dr. Mo, "This is an old expert in the doctor's z-related doctor in our hospital, Dr. Mo, Dr. Mo! If nothing unexpected happens, these two doctors will preside over the treatment of Feng Wazi!"

"Hello, hello, Doctor Mo!" Feng Wazi's grandfather hurriedly said hello to this person again, "My Feng Wazi is here to ask you all!"

Looking at Dr. Mo with a young face, although he felt that it was a bit unkind to think so, Feng Wazi's grandfather still felt relieved. After all, compared to Jian'er's tender face, which was not much mature with a young child who had just grown up, Dr. Mo still looked much more reliable.

Dr. Mo nodded slightly to Fengwazi's grandfather, then looked at Jian'er. Seeing that Jian'er made a "please" gesture, Dr. Mo then took a step forward and sat on the chair in front of Fengwazi's bed.

"The child is called Fengwazi, right?" Dr. Mo smiled kindly, making people unable to help but get close to him.

"Well, my name is Feng Changsheng, Feng Wazi is the nickname, but the doctor can call me Feng Wazi. Everyone likes to call me like this, and it sounds closer to you." Feng Wazi said seriously, and finally she did not forget to give her a bright smile, which made people feel pleasing to her.

"Okay, call me Fengwazi, listen to it!" Old Doctor Mo looked at Fengwazi who looked like a small person with a little laugh, "Come on, Fengwazi, stretch out your hand, can I give you a pulse? Do you know what pulse is?"

"I know!" Feng Wazi nodded. Jian'er had taken his pulse before, and he wrote it down. While talking, Feng Wazi pulled her sleeves upwards, revealing his thin, even skinny wrist, "Doctor, is it your left hand?"

"You can both your left and right hands, but you have to change your hands later." Dr. Mo gently put his hand on Feng Wazi's wrist and said with a little temptation, "Feng Wazi will relax, it'll be fine in a while, ah~"

"Yeah. I understand." Feng Wazi nodded obediently.

"So good~" Doctor Mo's big hand rubbed Feng Wazi's head softly, and then put his fingertips on Feng Wazi's outstretched wrist.

Fengwazi was motionless obediently, while Dr. Mo was seriously treating the diagnosis. The fingers on Fengwazi's wrist were light or slightly heavier, and gently pressed the Fengwazi's pulse door rhythmically, carefully experiencing the information conveyed from the pulse, and the emotions on his face also changed with his movements. The hearts of the people on the side moved with Dr. Mo's expression. Sometimes when they frowned, their hearts raised, and their eyebrows couldn't help but frowned. Sometimes they stroked their beards, shaking their heads and shaking as if they had gained something, and everyone's heads would shaking like a marionette.

Jian Erzai couldn't help laughing, because everyone was doing such movements at the same time, which seemed too funny, especially the people next to him. In order to see Dr. Mo's expression clearly, these movements were still stretched out their necks, which looked even more funny?! But no matter how funny this was, it was also too rude to laugh, so Jian Er simply covered her mouth secretly just in case.

After a long time, Dr. Mo gently let go of Feng Wazi's pulse. Before everyone could open the product to ask about the situation, Dr. Mo immediately continued: "Come on, let's change your hands."

After repeated recurring, Dr. Mo completely loosened Feng Wazi's pulse door. However, the pulse door was loosened, but the frowning eyebrows did not completely release, but instead twisted even tighter. Everyone next to him was thinking, but because of Dr. Mo's thoughtful expression, he was worried that it would be troublesome to interrupt Dr. Mo's thoughts by this question, so he had to hold his heart and watch honestly.

"Doctor Xiao Song, I still don't understand very well. I want to ask for advice one or two." As if I was sure that I could not handle it with my own mind, so Dr. Mo asked Jian'er for help.

"You ask."

"It's like this. I just found out when I was taking my pulse..." Next, Dr. Mo told Jian'er in detail what he got.

Although he could not say the pulse image so clearly that he could not even lose it, he could find 80% or more. This made Jian'er unable to help but nod in secret. Although he had carefully explained to Dr. Mo about the specific pulse image of Tianjuejue's pulse before, this doctor could not understand it by just speaking, listening, and remembering. Especially when it comes to pulse diagnosis, that is even more so.

Just like the twenty-eight most common pulse patterns in doctor Z, let’s pick a few of them to give examples.

Floating pulse: Floating pulse is the pulse on the flesh. It is obtained by taking it lightly. Press it slightly and is not empty. When lifting it is broad and fluent, like twisting onions. External symptoms. Power is the exterior solid, and weak is the exterior weak. Floating but powerful and spiritual is the existence of excess yang, which is a heat syndrome. Floating but weak and empty and slippery is a deficiency of yin, which is a cold syndrome.

When they heard that it was because of Feng Wazi's condition, the patients in the ward and the families of the patients hurriedly moved out of the way and let the doctors blocked outside the door come in.

One, two, three... When all the doctors blocked outside entered the ward, the people in the ward almost fell off their chins. What happened? Has the doctors from half of the hospital come here? They have seen the hospital consulting patients before, but it was the first time they saw them in such a big situation.

"Well, that's all, let's squeeze together..." I originally planned to let some people go back to the clinic to wait, but after thinking about it, I changed my mind halfway.

"Doctor Fang, this..." Looking at the large circle of dense white coats surrounded by his good grandson's bed, Feng Wazi's grandfather was a little helpless and instinctively asked Dr. Fang for help.

"Don't worry, old man, this is Dr. Xiao Song." Dr. Fang signaled to Jian'er.

"Doctor Xiao Song, I know, I know... Hello, Doctor Xiao Song!" The old man responded quickly, and finally he did not forget to show Jian'er a simple and flattering smile with Er. The old man said that he didn't know that no one could remember this person.

Dr. Xiao Song was told by Dr. Fang before, the one who found that his good grandson was not a young expert in heart disease. And Dr. Fang also said that even though he knew what was going on, he could not cure it. The treatment of his good grandson must also fall on this person. In other words, the person who ultimately decided his good grandson's fate was the young girl in front of him. How could he not please him? Nothing else, he just wanted to have more hearts during treatment. It is impossible to say that this kind of heart is the key to whether his good grandson can survive.

"This..." Dr. Fang signaled to Dr. Mo, "This is an old expert in the doctor's z-related doctor in our hospital, Dr. Mo, Dr. Mo! If nothing unexpected happens, these two doctors will preside over the treatment of Feng Wazi!"

"Hello, hello, Doctor Mo!" Feng Wazi's grandfather hurriedly said hello to this person again, "My Feng Wazi is here to ask you all!"

Looking at Dr. Mo with a young face, although he felt that it was a bit unkind to think so, Feng Wazi's grandfather still felt relieved. After all, compared to Jian'er's tender face, which was not much mature with a young child who had just grown up, Dr. Mo still looked much more reliable.

Dr. Mo nodded slightly to Fengwazi's grandfather, then looked at Jian'er. Seeing that Jian'er made a "please" gesture, Dr. Mo then took a step forward and sat on the chair in front of Fengwazi's bed.

"The child is called Fengwazi, right?" Dr. Mo smiled kindly, making people unable to help but get close to him.

"Well, my name is Feng Changsheng, Feng Wazi is the nickname, but the doctor can call me Feng Wazi. Everyone likes to call me like this, and it sounds closer to you." Feng Wazi said seriously, and finally she did not forget to give her a bright smile, which made people feel pleasing to her.

"Okay, call me Fengwazi, listen to it!" Old Doctor Mo looked at Fengwazi who looked like a small person with a little laugh, "Come on, Fengwazi, stretch out your hand, can I give you a pulse? Do you know what pulse is?"

"I know!" Feng Wazi nodded. Jian'er had taken his pulse before, and he wrote it down. While talking, Feng Wazi pulled her sleeves upwards, revealing his thin, even skinny wrist, "Doctor, is it your left hand?"

"You can both your left and right hands, but you have to change your hands later." Dr. Mo gently put his hand on Feng Wazi's wrist and said with a little temptation, "Feng Wazi will relax, it'll be fine in a while, ah~"

"Yeah. I understand." Feng Wazi nodded obediently.

"So good~" Doctor Mo's big hand rubbed Feng Wazi's head softly, and then put his fingertips on Feng Wazi's outstretched wrist.

Fengwazi was motionless obediently, while Dr. Mo was seriously treating the diagnosis. The fingers on Fengwazi's wrist were light or slightly heavier, and gently pressed the Fengwazi's pulse door rhythmically, carefully experiencing the information conveyed from the pulse, and the emotions on his face also changed with his movements. The hearts of the people on the side moved with Dr. Mo's expression. Sometimes when they frowned, their hearts raised, and their eyebrows couldn't help but frowned. Sometimes they stroked their beards, shaking their heads and shaking as if they had gained something, and everyone's heads would shaking like a marionette.

Jian Erzai couldn't help laughing, because everyone was doing such movements at the same time, which seemed too funny, especially the people next to him. In order to see Dr. Mo's expression clearly, these movements were still stretched out their necks, which looked even more funny?! But no matter how funny this was, it was also too rude to laugh, so Jian Er simply covered her mouth secretly just in case.

After a long time, Dr. Mo gently let go of Feng Wazi's pulse. Before everyone could open the product to ask about the situation, Dr. Mo immediately continued: "Come on, let's change your hands."

After repeated recurring, Dr. Mo completely loosened Feng Wazi's pulse door. However, the pulse door was loosened, but the frowning eyebrows did not completely release, but instead twisted even tighter. Everyone next to him was thinking, but because of Dr. Mo's thoughtful expression, he was worried that it would be troublesome to interrupt Dr. Mo's thoughts by this question, so he had to hold his heart and watch honestly.

"Doctor Xiao Song, I still don't understand very well. I want to ask for advice one or two." As if I was sure that I could not handle it with my own mind, so Dr. Mo asked Jian'er for help.

"You ask."

"It's like this. I just found out when I was taking my pulse..." Next, Dr. Mo told Jian'er in detail what he got.

Although he could not say the pulse image so clearly that he could not even lose it, he could find 80% or more. This made Jian'er unable to help but nod in secret. Although he had carefully explained to Dr. Mo about the specific pulse image of Tianjuejue's pulse before, this doctor could not understand it by just speaking, listening, and remembering. Especially when it comes to pulse diagnosis, that is even more so.
Chapter completed!