C512 There Is No Cure

After a considerable pause, Bai Fuzi finally released his grip on the patient's wrist, his face etched with growing concern.

"Bai Fuzi, what's the verdict?" Wu Maoping asked, his voice betraying a notable lack of confidence.

After a moment of contemplation, Bai Fuzi carefully chose his words before responding, "His pulse is rapid yet strong. It seems he's merely been frightened on occasion