"I'm not sorry for you, I'm sorry for you as my patient, to be honest, I didn't want to help you see a doctor just now, but now, I suddenly want to think about it, I want to see what kind of disease you have and why it can't be cured."

With that, Zheng Xiaomeng gently put her finger on the place where the man's pulse was beating.

The pulse is flat, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes acute and sometimes slow.

After seeing so many patients, it was the first time she had encountered such a strange pulse, and she couldn't diagnose what the disease was, nor what was wrong to make him like this.

In the next second, Zheng Xiaomeng gently closed her eyes and increased the strength of her fingertips.

A lot of medical theories came to mind in an instant.

- Meng Meng, when you can't diagnose the symptoms, you must calm down, use your knowledge, and use your heart to listen to the patient's body, blood, and inner feelings.

As a doctor, you must use your heart to feel the pain of the patient, and feel the message that they pass to you at the pulse.

These words were the words that her father had told her since she began to study medicine, and she didn't know how many times she repeated them in her memory, before she didn't know what her father's words meant, until now, until she met Mr. Corpse, she didn't understand what kind of meaning her father's words had.

She closed her eyes and listened silently to the sound of Mr. Corpse's pulse.

Listen as his blood gushes out of his heart and flows to every organ in his body, to every vein, to every cell.

At this time, a cold wind blew violently, hitting Zheng Xiaomeng's face like an ice blade.

Zheng Xiaomeng opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes were as white as ink, and her eyes were full of solemnity.

She gently let go of her hand, but she didn't speak for a long time.

"How's it going, Dr. Zheng, do you know what's wrong with me? Or is it really like you just said that you're just an intern and can't hope too much for you? ”

Zheng Xiaomeng did not reply.

The man smiled lightly, and then spoke: "Look at your ugly expression, it's okay, it's normal that you can't diagnose it once or twice, after all, many doctors can't find out about my disease, and you're still very young, so you can't find it normal." ”

Hongyue just took the blanket and ginger tea and handed it to the man, "Master." ”

The man took the blanket, stood up and walked towards Zheng Xiaomeng, gently draped the blanket on Zheng Xiaomeng's body, and then opened the lid of the ginger tea, "This cup is clean, I haven't drunk it yet, drink it while it's hot, you're already frozen." ”

Zheng Xiaomeng didn't reach out to pick up the thermos cup, but slowly stood up, raised her head slightly and looked at the man.

"Don't look at me like that, it will make me think if you like ......"

"I really can't save you." Zheng Xiaomeng suddenly interrupted the man's words, "What kind of poison did you get?" All the internal organs are already broken, and they won't live long. ”

Hearing Zheng Xiaomeng's solemn and very serious expression suddenly say such a sentence, not only Hongyue, but even the man himself was stunned.

The hand holding the thermos cup was completely frozen in the air, unable to move for a long time.

"How do you know I'm poisoned?"

Zheng Xiaomeng lowered her eyes, "You told me by yourself." ”

The ghost blows the lamp