"Um." Mu Lin simply nodded, but she didn't say much and extended her hand, gently placing her slender fingers on the elder's pulse.
Inspection, listening, enquiry, and pulse feeling; she finally reached the last step of taking the pulse.
Her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowing, something deep flickered in her eyes as she contemplated.
"How is it?" As soon as Mu Lin withdrew her hand, Mei Qingyuan asked anxiously, to which Mu Lin replied, "It's almost as I suspected, however..."
"However what?" For the first time, he was annoyed by Mu Lin not finishing her sentences.
Mu Lin laughed lightly, looking at Zhou Jiansheng and Mei Qingyuan, "However, it will be a bit troublesome." After a brief pause, she continued, "The poison in this old man's body has invaded his bloodstream, even his internal organs and tissues."