The elder diagnosing Zuo Tiantian was the same Elder Yan who had examined Zuo Feng's injuries a few days ago. After checking for a while, he slowly withdrew his hand, his expression as heavy as if it would drip water.
Unwilling to give up, he reached out again, pressing two fingers on Tiantian's wrist. After a quarter of an hour, the elder withdrew his hand, bewildered, and looked hesitantly at Uncle Tian.
"This child doesn't have any illness, nor is there any sign of injury."
Having heard his words, both Uncle Tian and An Ya were slightly stunned and looked again at Tiantian, who was in pain, her whole body reddened and slightly swollen. Uncle Tian couldn't help but say, "Elder Yan, you can't be mistaken, right? How…"
