"Isn't there a Doctor Wang in the mansion? Why don't we have him come over to check on Xiuzhi to confirm this matter? What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded their heads; it seemed to be the only solution for now.
Shortly thereafter, Mo Daoyan indeed went to invite Doctor Wang over to take Xiuzhi's pulse.
Doctor Wang had been given the cold shoulder by Auntie Tang since the last incident, but in recent days, signs of reconciliation slowly emerged.
"Doctor, what's wrong with Xiuzhi after all?"
Doctor Wang reached out to take her pulse, his expression somber, and without uttering a word. Impatient as she was, Old Lady Mo could not hold back and asked repeatedly.
"Old Madam Mo, don't be too anxious, your granddaughter is fine."
"But why does she keep vomiting?"
"My congratulations, Old Madam, your granddaughter has a 'joyful pulse'!"
"Joyful pulse? What's that supposed to mean?" The country folk said they weren't used to the capital's terminology.
