The nurse nodded and stepped aside, drawing the curtain to have family members wait outside.
Only then did Tang Yuxin take the youth's wrist. This was not like the ancient times when someone poisoned by something like cinnabar could be cured with a "Divine Medicine"; this was life, reality, not some martial arts film or mythical story.
It wasn't as if her acupuncture could detoxify with one needle; her skills were not so miraculous, and neither was she. She was just an ordinary doctor, saving those with a glimmer of hope left. To save someone who had actively destroyed their own chances of survival was incredibly difficult.
She let go of the boy's hand.
The nurses on the side were all looking at her with eager eyes.
"Dr. Tang, is there any hope?"
A nurse quickly asked, after such a long examination, whether there was any hope of saving him. It was such a pity for someone so young. They really didn't know what he could have been thinking to resort to such extreme measures.
