"Girl, I heard from your uncle that you are quite skilled with perplexing diseases. This old man has a friend whose illness is rather strange. His complexion is slightly paler than a normal person, and his once robust body gets weaker day by day, as if he's suffering from extreme anemia. No matter how many blood-nourishing foods he consumes, it's of no use, and he remains weak. He frequently suffers from bouts of pain, and the pain location changes each time." Mr. Mo thought about the patient's symptoms and described them to Lan Tian.
Lan Tian pursed her lips—what did they mean by being good with difficult illnesses? She had merely spent some time studying the human meridian charts. She wasn't an immortal; how could she diagnose without seeing the patient?
"Without seeing the patient, it's hard to make a judgment."
