"It doesn't matter either way."
Taking a pulse with the patient either sitting or standing doesn't really affect the process.
Nathalie Quinlan narrowed her eyes slightly and then cocked her head, adding, "Taking a pulse requires time. If you're too tired to stand, you can find a place to sit down."
"Alright, I'll find a place to sit."
Master Cadmus made no delay, found a seat nearby, sat down, and stretched out his left hand on the table, rolling up his sleeve.
"Little girl, your turn."
"Um."
Nathalie Quinlan walked over, sat opposite him, extended her two slender and beautiful fingers onto his wrist, lowered her eyelashes, and quietly took his pulse.
Outside the laboratory, everyone was very quiet, even their breathing became tense—no one said you couldn't talk while taking a pulse, but nobody was in a mood to make a noise at this moment.