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The man was completely drained, and just as Zhang Xiaoying approached him, he soiled himself again.
His face filled with shame, he instinctively wanted to shrink away, but in his current state, he had no energy left.
"Don't move," Zhang Xiaoying squatted down, grabbed his hand to take his pulse, and relayed his symptoms and pulse condition to Pei Zhaolin.
Pei Zhaolin listened intently.
The woman beside him, seeing a glimmer of hope, said, "Doctor, you're truly godsent. Without asking a single question, you diagnosed all his ailments just from his pulse. Please save my husband. If he doesn't make it, what will become of me and the children?"
By the woman's side were five children between the ages of three and ten, the oldest one also tending to two elderly people lying beside them.
The two younger children were also infected, now pale and listlessly leaning against the woman.
As for the elderly, their condition was also dire.
