Ye Yuan had no idea what these people were thinking.
When Elder Hua asked him, he stated the conclusions he had reached from his diagnosis.
He felt no burden in doing so.
After all, everything had been analyzed from the pulse, so there was nothing to hide:
"The pulse is strange. Normally, a comatose person's pulse is weak and slow.
"But Song Ran's pulse is the same as a normal person's.
"It is beating very strongly, though its frequency differs somewhat from that of a healthy person.
"That is why I said it was strange.
"If she were truly comatose, her pulse would not be beating so strongly. That is what has been troubling me."
Elder Hua nodded, extremely satisfied with Ye Yuan's analysis.
In truth, what Ye Yuan had said was not particularly difficult for a traditional Chinese physician.
But that was only for veteran doctors.
Which of those veteran physicians did not have ten or twenty years of clinical experience?
Yet Ye Yuan, such a young man, had merely read a few medical texts and his notes.
And he had already been able to combine them with the pulse reading to reach such conclusions. That was already quite remarkable.
However, the physicians present did not see it that way.
They had originally wanted to hear what earth-shattering conclusion Elder Hua's prized disciple would offer.
And this was it?
Any one of them could have deduced everything Ye Yuan had said through a pulse examination. Did he really need to stand there showing off?
But they had forgotten that even the youngest among them was already middle-aged.
And in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, even the least experienced had over twenty years of practice.
What about Ye Yuan? How old was he?
"Not bad analysis."
Elder Hua praised