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"The cerebrospinal fluid is 4 cm Hg!"

Zhou Lin carefully straightened the plastic tube in his hand and read the scale of the semi-transparent cerebrospinal fluid inside it.

Chi Hong, who was recording the data at the back, couldn't help but sigh as she glanced at Chen Qun.

"The pressure is really low!"

How did Chen Qun directly deduce the illness of this painting master? Even now