By the old man's side was a teenager who looked at Feng Qingxue anxiously, "Doctor, quick, please look at my grandfather!"
The teenager was only sixteen or seventeen years old, tall and skinny, his face full of youthful shyness and panic.
He was practically at a loss in face of this situation.
Feng Qingxue had no time to scrutinize the appearance and attire of the old man and the young boy, nor had she the time to answer the boy. She solely focused on giving the old man first aid. After a careful checkup of the old man's condition, she took out a Bezoar Pill from her emergency kit.
The Bezoar Pill was something she had prepared in her previous life. Each pill cost several hundred yuan. She had stored many in her space.
Each pill cost several hundred to almost a thousand yuan, quite expensive indeed, but very effective. It could be considered a lifesaving drug.
She took one out of her stock and kept it in her emergency kit just in case.
