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They were complete strangers, yet Miles was so hostile. He was probably afraid she would steal his patient-that was why he was acting this way. Called out so directly, Miles flushed red and glared at Arabella. "What's that supposed to mean? I haven't done anything to you, have I?" He had literally just been bad-mouthing her to Matthew, and now he dared to claim he hadn't offended her. Arabella didn't want to waste her breath on someone so petty. She turned directly to Robert. "Sir, would you still like me to proceed with the examination?

If not, we can cancel now, but the deposit is absolutely non-refundable." Seeing the girl stand her ground so firmly, Robert couldn't help but smile. "Yes, of course I would. I'm genuinely curious to see what you can do, young lady." If Aletta had sent her, maybe she did have some skill. Besides, it had taken a long time to get a response from Aletta. The doctor was known for being particular, turning down many wealthy clients. If he passed up this chance, getting another consultation would be next to impossible.

Seeing Robert still insisted on letting this unknown girl examine him, Matthew's expression grew even colder. "Grandfather, she's too young. You can't just take her word because she claims to be some alternative medicine practitioner's student." Watching Matthew still try to interfere, Robert looked visibly annoyed. "What would you know? You didn't even know I'd reached out to Aletta. How would this young lady have gotten the address if he hadn't sent her? Stop meddling and go attend to your own business." Seeing Robert's mind was made up, Matthew frowned deeply.

He was displeased, but realistically, what trouble could a young girl cause? Since Robert was determined, he had no choice but to sit back and quietly observe, If she tried anything underhanded, he'd have her charged with fraud and sent straight to the police. Arabella glanced at Matthew. Finally, he'd stopped his nagging. She began her diagnosis. Miles watched her closely, curious to see what this self-proclaimed apprentice could possibly deduce. Arabella gently placed her fingers on Robert's wrist, focusing carefully. After a moment, her brow furrowed slightly. 1/3 14:31 Thu, Jan 29.

A Arabella fell into deep thought, analyzing internally. For a man Robert's age, the pulse rate shouldn't be that high, nor should it feel as vigorous as a younger person's. Yet his was exactly the opposite. Such a strong pulse indicated increased pressure within the vascular system. The tense, wiry quality suggested a loss of elasticity in the vessel walls.

A pulse that was both forceful and tight, with the pressure feeling greatest at the superficial level, pointed to significant hemodynamic stress-a warning sign of potential issues like a transient ischemic attack or early-stage cerebrovascular concern. With this in mind, Arabella looked at Robert. "Sir, have you been experiencing a tingling or numb sensation around your lips lately?" Robert looked at her, surprised. No one had mentioned his symptoms since she arrived. How could she know? "Yes, I have," Robert replied, his interest clearly piqued. "It's been bothering me for days. Dr.

Flores prescribed some medication, but they still haven't pinpointed the cause." The exchange made Matthew's eyes darken slightly. This girl had identified his grandfather's most persistent symptom just from taking his pulse? A sliver of doubt remained. Perhaps she had gathered information beforehand. It wasn't that impressive. Miles, however, felt a twinge of professional embarrassment. When he examined Robert, the symptoms had to be verbally described to him. This girl had discerned one just by touch.

He had seen alternative medicine practitioners use pulse diagnosis before, but most combined it with questioning and observing the tongue. For a practitioner to identify a specific symptom outright was unusual. If she was genuine, her skill level surpassed any alternative medicine practitioner he'd encountered. The thought unsettled him. No, it couldn't be. How could someone so young be that proficient? It had to be a lucky guess. Arabella continued, "Sir, have you been having intermittent headaches recently?" After her accurate first assessment, Robert was fully cooperative.

"It's not quite pain. More of a persistent buzzing in my head, like a faint radio static or distant voices." 2/3 14:31 Thu, Jan 29 M... That was precisely why he was so eager for a new opinion. He secretly worried the modern medications were causing auditory side effects. Arabella grew quiet for a moment upon hearing this. "So, doctor," Robert asked, his curiosity now fully engaged, "what does my pulse tell you?" 90 H 14:31 Thu, Jan 29 M... Mark Twain