She discovered that this man actually had a tumor in his head, and its location was already pressing against his nerves, which would be dangerous if it continued to develop!
"Do you know that you have a tumor in your head?" Qiao Qiqi asked with a frown.
Feng Xiling looked at her in surprise, "How do you know?"
"I took your pulse!" Qiao Qiqi wasn't afraid of others knowing her secret. After all, she could check someone's pulse, so she claimed to have recognized it through pulse diagnosis. No one could firmly say otherwise.
"Yes, it's been many years, and it's said to be getting bigger." Feng Xiling's mouth curved into a sarcastic smile.
"Why not have surgery?" Qiao Qiqi stood up, starting to survey the small cell, thinking about how to get out.
"The success rate of the surgery is only 15%, meaning I could die once I get on the operating table. I don't want to die yet."
