Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei felt completely numb.
"You're not kidding me, are you? The old man has acute gastric hemorrhage; he needs to avoid both food and drink. How do you expect me, a practitioner of Chinese medicine, to save him?"
Zhang Xiaowei truly found Lin Yue's suggestion to be ludicrous.
She actually lacked such basic medical knowledge.
Chastened by Zhang Xiaowei's criticism, Lin Yue was left feeling deeply embarrassed.
"What should we do then? Just watch Mr. Qi die?"
The Dean let out another sigh, replete with helplessness.
Observing the two of them, Zhang Xiaowei also began to ponder deeply.
After all, it was a human life at stake; it wouldn't be right to do nothing.
But this situation was indeed tricky to resolve.
If he were to intervene, he would need a reliable solution.
After mulling it over, Zhang Xiaowei frowned and said, "Let me think, see if there's a way."
Lin Yue, still sorrowful, didn't show any excitement upon hearing this.
