Liu Shimei turned a deaf ear to it all.
Shu Jun handed over a piece of silk, saying, "Master, would you diagnose the pulse through this?"
Though it was equally risky, at least there was some distance.
"Don't touch him, and don't touch me," Liu Shimei nodded. She used the silk to diagnose the patient's pulse. After a while, she said, "It's not just leprosy; this patient also has a severe liver disease. Fortunately, they were brought here in time, and they're still alive, so there's hope!"
Her sharp gaze swept toward the people carrying the stretcher.
Yu Wanqing, unwilling to be ignored, added, "Stop bragging, Liu Shimei! Who do you think you are, showing off in front of so many people?"
Liu Shimei could not be bothered with such theatrics. She stared at the two individuals and said, "You two, shouldn't you inform us about the patient's condition?"
Seeing Liu Shimei's unfriendly look, the two immediately tried to leave.