Doctor Liu nodded and hurried to his feet to follow Zhang Hao to check on the situation.
He finally squeezed through the crowd and saw a person in a white lab coat lying on the ground, who seemed about the same age as Zhang Hao.
"He was fine just now, how did he faint in the blink of an eye?"
"I don't know, should we send him to the hospital? There are no drugs here, no equipment, no way to perform a rescue."
Zhang Hao squatted down, first felt the person's neck, then grabbed his hand to take his pulse at the wrist.
His practiced movements quickly caught the attention of the big-timers.
"Do you have a silver needle, or a syringe? Just a needle will do."
The first to react was a female doctor, who took out a needle pack from her own lab coat.
"I have needles for acupuncture, would that be okay?"
Zhang Hao took it, shook out the needle pack, and inside were needles of various thicknesses and lengths.
