No matter how Jiang Ziqi's temperament was, his attitude toward patients was always very serious. After taking Zhao Erhu's pulse, he had a clear understanding of the condition and showed a relaxed and comfortable expression. Both Lin Yue and Doctor Zheng, seeing the Divine Doctor's confident manner, also showed a hint of joy on their faces.
"Divine Doctor, how is my husband? Can he be cured?" Lin Yue asked impatiently, her voice tinged with a bit of nervousness and urgency. Without a definite answer, she could never be at ease.
Jiang Ziqi looked at Lin Yue thoughtfully for a moment before speaking leisurely, "Your husband has been well cared for by you. It's just that there's a clot putting pressure on his nerves in his brain, resulting in his unconsciousness. After I give him acupuncture and supplement it with herbal decoctions, he should wake up within ten days." Jiang Ziqi spoke with certainty, clearly confident in his diagnosis of Zhao Erhu's condition.