At the herbal clinic.
A young woman in her twenties came to the clinic, clutching her stomach in pain, "Sister Qingchen, my stomach hurts terribly, please help me."
The pain twisted her face, and there were blood stains on her trousers. She had been diagnosed with pregnancy on a previous visit, and now, without even needing to take her pulse, it was clear that this was a sign of a miscarriage.
Chu Qingchen quickly stepped out from behind the consultation desk, and together with Li Ziyun, they supported the pregnant woman to a ward.
"Please lie down and try not to move," Chu Qingchen urged as she took the woman's pulse. "Your abdomen has suffered a strong impact, affecting the fetus."
The woman, terrified, couldn't stop her tears, "Sister Qingchen, can my baby be saved?"
"Yes, don't worry." Chu Qingchen fetched a pill from the pharmacy and gave it to the woman, "Take this pill and lie still for half an hour, don't move."
