Yu Ci rested his fingers on Madam Hua's wrist.
Her fair wrist was almost like porcelain jade, faint blue veins barely visible unless one looked closely. Where their skin touched, he felt a slight chill; her body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people. More notably, apart from the scent of face powder, she gave off not the slightest trace of her own aura. It was indeed the appearance of life force gathered and concealed.
For someone like Yu Ci, whose cultivation had attained success, even without understanding medicine, his grasp of the pulse far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Not to mention that after entering the realm of a True Person, one became "unconfused, undoubting, knowing without another's instruction." With only a trace of pulse sensation, the circulation of qi and blood within the other's body, the arrangement of meridians and acupoints, could be presented in his mind like a painting.
But the matter was not so simple.
Yu Ci discovered that relying solely on the pulse, his perception remained exceedingly vague.
By vague, he did not mean the arrangement of qi, blood, meridians, and acupoints. That could only be considered the "surface manifestation" of a complete body-and-spirit system. If he were satisfied with seeing only this, then Madam Hua's asking him to examine her illness would have no meaning at all.
What lay hidden beneath those "surface manifestations," and what Yu Ci still could not detect, was the source of the supposed restriction.
Judging solely from the pulse, there was no trace of external force acting either within or without Madam Hua's body. Only, the flow of her qi and blood was exceedingly slow, while qi and blood stagnated around her waist and spine. This was the root of her difficulty walking, yet it seemed like the