Chen Changsheng knew that both the professors of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green and Xu Yourong had come to Wenshui and personally examined the chief branch master's illness, but he still decided to personally take a look.
Just like he had said to the old estate's steward, he had complete confidence in his medical skills.
Even if everyone had determined that the chief branch's master was not poisoned, but afflicted with some incurable illness, he still would not believe until he had personally seen it.
He looked at the unconscious middle-aged man, wanting to find any traces of Tang Thirty-Six on his face, but found the task surprisingly difficult.
Perhaps it was because the man was too thin, or perhaps it was because of the golden light covering his face.
He sat on the side of the bed and took the man's pulse. After a few minutes, he took a needle and stuck it in the man's neck, beginning a more detailed examination.