Under the mask, Du Heng held his breath for a few seconds. Once the smell had faded a bit, he quietly started breathing again.
"How's your appetite?"
"Pretty good, just like usual."
"Do you feel nauseous?"
"Only when I skip breakfast. It gets better after I eat something or drink some water."
Du Heng had Mrs. Huo switch wrists, and after quietly taking her pulse for over ten seconds, he asked, "Does your stomach ache?"
"It doesn't ache, but it's very uncomfortable. Umm... it's hard to describe, but it's just really uncomfortable."
"Lie down on that bed over there. I'll examine you."
Mrs. Huo was very skinny, and since it was hot, she was wearing little clothing. When she lay flat on the treatment bed, her lower ribs protruded noticeably, while her abdomen was sunken.
Du Heng shook his head. She's too skinny.
After a brief moment of reflection, he pressed a few points on her stomach, liver, and spleen areas. "Does it hurt?"
"No."
"Alright, get up."
