Seeing Dongfang Yelan's tense expression, Xu Xiangbei smiled and waved his hand, indicating that there was no major issue, finally putting Dongfang Yelan's mind at ease.
Xu Xiangbei smiled and asked, "Old man, have you been experiencing mild pain in your ribs over the past year?"
The old man was initially stunned upon hearing the question from someone beside him, then he nodded in surprise: "Who are you? How did you know? It hurts but it's not very painful—just a dull ache. I can still eat and sleep, so I haven't paid it much mind."
The living room became quiet. Ouyang Yude, who had heard that his fourth brother was a Divine Doctor, had never seen his skills before and walked over curiously.
"I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner. Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and diagnosis. As soon as I saw the old man, I realized your body had some minor ailments. Your eyesight has recently deteriorated, hasn't it?"
