"I felt palpitations this morning when I woke up, and then I saw some bleeding in the afternoon, along with some pain in my lower abdomen, so I came to the hospital." The woman's voice broke as she spoke, "Doctor, am I going to have a miscarriage?"
"Open your mouth and let me take a look." Du Heng focused intently on the woman, giving her his full attention.
The fetal heartbeat was slightly fast, but still within the normal range; the real problem was with the woman herself.
Her pulse was stringy, slippery, and rapid, at about 120 beats per minute, her tongue red with little coating—a clear symptom of the frenetic stirring of the ministerial fire.
Du Heng's brow furrowed slightly. "Have you two had intercourse recently?"
At this question, the couple seemed a bit uncomfortable, but considering the woman's critical situation, the man admitted, "We did this morning."
With the definite response, Du Heng just gave a faint nod; he already suspected as much.
