C1246 Lin Qingya

Yuan Ming put his hand on Lin Qingya's slender wrist, He checked Lin Qingya's pulse and pondered for a moment without saying anything.

"How is the situation? No matter what, at least give me a definite answer!" Lin Xiong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. His aged face was filled with helplessness and anxiety.

Yuan Ming pondered for a moment and said. The pulse is intermittent