Ever since she became Immortal Crane's disciple, Ji Zhao had also understood some medicinal theories.
At the very least, she had learned how to read pulses.
Last night, after Xiao Jiu drank so much pork rib soup, Ji Zhao was also worried that his stomach would feel uncomfortable, so she specially took his pulse. After all, if an ordinary person drank so much soup, they would definitely hurt their stomach.
But Xiao Jiu did not.
"That's strange!" Immortal Crane thought for a moment and pinched Xiao Jiu's wrist again, taking his pulse again.
However, this time, his pulse was a little unusual.
"Master, is Xiao Jiu alright?" Ji Zhao looked at Immortal Crane's increasingly strange expression and her heart sank.
Speaking of which, it was strange. She clearly met Xiao Jiu yesterday, but she felt that this child was a little familiar.
Moreover, in her subconscious mind, she did not want anything to happen to Xiao Jiu.