Wu Youcai choked out, "Doctor Lu, this is my mother. Please save her!"
Lu Tong reached out to feel the woman's pulse and his heart sank.
This woman was already at the end of her tether.
"Doctor Lu, my mother..."
Lu Tong set down his medical chest, "Don't talk, open the window, bring the oil lamp closer, and you step back."
Wu Youcai remained silent, placed the oil lamp beside the bed, and stood far away in a corner.
Lu Tong called Yin Zheng over, helped the woman pry open her teeth, and poured some hot water into her mouth. After swallowing a small half-bowl of water, the woman coughed twice, showing signs of coming around, and Wu Youcai's face brightened with joy.
Lu Tong opened his medical chest and took out a golden needle from the velvet cloth, sitting before the couch and meticulously applying acupuncture to the elderly woman.
Time passed inexorably, yet to Wu Youcai, Lu Tong's movements seemed extraordinarily slow.
