"Yao Qian, you first see what illness she has," Yan Changlu directed.
The other students didn't step forward, as this was Yao Qian's free clinic mission. They were just here to help.
"Oh, oh." Yao Qian steadied himself and immediately took the middle-aged woman's pulse. He then examined her abdomen and asked where she felt discomfort.
However, the woman's eyes rolled back, and she fainted, so her husband had to speak on her behalf. He explained that she had been fine at work. After dinner, she felt a bit bloated and insisted they go for a walk to aid digestion. They even did some square dancing for a while before she suddenly collapsed in pain. Her stomach just kept swelling more and more.
Yao Qian's brow furrowed as he examined her more carefully. "She must have food poisoning," he judged.
"Ah, then why am I fine?" the husband asked.
"People have different constitutions, so sometimes their reactions are different."
"I see..."
