"Imperial Physician Song, please take a look at my wife. She has been unconscious for an entire day. I'm really worried that she will…"
Song Dejiang secretly pursed his lips. When he raised his head, he said with a serious expression, "Lord Nie, don't worry. Since I'm here, I'll naturally do my best to treat the patient. Please put your wife's hand down first and stand at the side without making a sound."
"Alright, alright. Thank you, Imperial Physician Song."
Nie Cong immediately put down Yan Ya's hand, got up, and stood behind Song Dejiang.
Song Dejiang asked the old woman who had followed her in to put a handkerchief on Yan Ya's wrist. Then, he sat at the side and closed his eyes to take her pulse.
However, the more he examined, the uglier his expression became. In the end, his expression became even more serious, as if he had encountered a difficult illness.
Nie Cong held his breath as he watched from the side. He wanted to speak, but he was afraid of disturbing him.
