"Are you sure?"
Du Heng looked back at Li Qin. "Please don't insult my professionalism. I told you at lunch that your director's mouth was crooked and he showed signs of a stroke. With all that rage, it must be another case of exuberant liver fire. Heavy fire and qi deficiency disrupt the smooth flow of the meridians. Now he's drinking alcohol, which numbs the nerves and greatly increases Dregs Qi. It would be strange if he didn't have a stroke."
Li Qin looked at the crowd huddling toward the car and asked worriedly, "Is it serious?"
"I can't say for sure. If the diagnosis is accurate and the medication timely, there shouldn't be any major problem. Even any after-effects shouldn't be a significant hindrance. But if the treatment isn't timely or the medication is wrong, your Director Jia might end up with facial paralysis and hemiplegia."
