All of this was very strange.
"Only if you've seen someone before, can you find them familiar, Mom, think carefully, have you met Jiu Wentang before?" Ni Yang continued to ask.
Ni Cuihua pinched her temples, "I can't remember, and every time I start to think about these questions, my head throbs painfully, it's really uncomfortable."
Over the past few days, she still couldn't recall where she had seen Jiu Wentang before, and her head was still aching terribly.
Ni Yang narrowed her eyes, "Let me take a look at you."
Ni Yang reached out to take Ni Cuihua's pulse. From the pulse, Ni Cuihua's body didn't show any abnormalities, but many issues couldn't be detected by pulse diagnosis alone and required instrumental examination.
"Mom, how about we go to the Hospital for a CT scan? A headache is no trivial matter."
