Upon hearing that Dean Li was asking Xu Xiangbei to treat his numb foot, Dean Qian carried a teacup and sat on the sofa with a faint smile on his face, seemingly smiling yet not, while Dean Sun appeared a bit awkward.
Seeing the situation, Xu Xiangbei laughed and thought to himself, Dean Li and Dean Qian are meeting me for the first time and clearly don't believe I have any special medical skills, so they want to test my ability.
Xu Xiangbei suddenly grabbed Dean Li's wrist. Dean Li, around sixty years old, had scrawny arms with wrinkled skin, feeling like bare bones to the touch.
Dean Li was a bit startled by Xu Xiangbei suddenly grabbing his arm, but seeing Xu Xiangbei's fingers pinching his pulse, he suddenly understood that Xu was taking his pulse.
Dean Li adjusted his highly-farsighted glasses and smiled as he asked, "Advisor Xu, how is my pulse reading?"
