Just then, another series of footsteps, even more hurried than before, came from the doorway.

It was Shen Huaichuan who rushed back with Yuan Xiaoyuan, a nurse from the clinic.

Before Yuan Xiaoyuan even entered the house, she began to speak loudly in the courtyard:

"I heard about the situation on the way! The clinic was in chaos recently, and many medicines were not stored properly, especially delicate things like nitroglycerin, which is sensitive to heat and light and has a short shelf life. The last batch has long expired and can no longer be used, and the new application has not been approved yet!"

"Angina is a life-threatening emergency, it can't be delayed! We need to get him to the military hospital right away!"

Shen Huaichuan's expression was solemn, his lips were tightly pursed, and he nodded as he followed Yuan Xiaoyuan inside.

Both of them were prepared for the worst.

But when the two rushed into the living room, they only saw a mess that hadn't been cleaned up yet, and they didn't see a single person.

Then they heard Zhou Qiqi's voice from inside the house: "Huaichuan! Over here! We're inside!"

The two felt a chill run down their spines, thinking the situation had worsened to the point where they were unable to move, and quickly rushed into the bedroom.

However, the scene they saw upon entering took them by surprise.

Although Qin Peilan's face was still a little pale, she was already able to sit up on her own.

With He Wanrou's help, he sipped warm water and his breathing became much more stable.

"What...what happened? Mom, are you...alright? Did you find the medicine, or..."

Shen Huaichuan was both surprised and delighted, and subconsciously looked at Zhou Qiqi and asked.

Zhou Qiqi explained softly, "Yes, she's recovered and seems to be fine."

Shen Zhenbang, who was standing next to him, also breathed a sigh of relief and added:

"It was Xiao He who found the medicine by the window. He gave it to your mother to take, and with the massage, she finally recovered."

Zhou Qiqi still felt uneasy. Her mother-in-law's illness had come and gone quickly. Although she seemed to have recovered on the surface, just to be on the safe side, she still looked at Yuan Xiaoyuan:

"Nurse Yuan, could you please give us another thorough check-up? It would put our minds at ease."

No sooner had she finished speaking than He Wanrou, who was sitting by the bed taking meticulous care of Qin Peilan, became displeased, raising an eyebrow:

"What's the point of another check? I'm a proper nurse! The aunt's complexion has improved, and her breathing is easier. Isn't that good enough? Why do you need to check her again? Don't you trust me, He Wanrou?"

Her tone was clearly aggrieved and questioning, and her eyes glanced at Zhou Qiqi.

Shen Huaichuan frowned slightly, then immediately replied, "Having one more person check on us just gives us more peace of mind."

However, Zhou Qiqi said that she was naturally unwilling, but now that she heard Shen Huaichuan speak up.

Her eyes darted around quickly, she rubbed her nose, and said with a somewhat aggrieved expression:

"Okay... let's check it out. Sigh, I was just too anxious and worried about Auntie, and I think I caught a bit of a chill myself. I feel dizzy and lightheaded. Maybe... maybe the check wasn't thorough enough. Let Nurse Yuan take another look; that would be more reassuring."

As she spoke, she covered her nose with a handkerchief, her voice was nasal, and there seemed to be some tears in the corners of her eyes, making her look as if she were sick.

Qin Peilan herself was still feeling unwell, but seeing He Wanrou like this, she quickly asked with concern:

"Wanrou! What's wrong?"

He Wanrou immediately shook her head, forcing a strong smile, and said softly:

"Auntie, I'm fine, it's alright. Your health is the most important thing. Let Nurse Yuan check you over first, and we'll talk about anything else after we make sure you're okay..."

"Okay, let me take a look."

Yuan Xiaoyuan nodded, without saying anything more.

She graduated from a reputable nursing school, and her family elders are traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, so she has a very solid foundation in nursing skills.

She walked to the bedside, her movements not as professional as He Wanrou's, but rather casual and natural.

But she examined Qin Peilan with unusual care. She took out her blood pressure monitor to measure Qin Peilan's blood pressure, listened carefully to her heartbeat and pulse, and asked Qin Peilan how she was feeling.

After bustling around for five or six minutes, she finally straightened up and addressed the room full of people watching her anxiously:

"Auntie has indeed recovered now. Her blood pressure and heart rate are basically stable, and she is fine for the time being."

She abruptly changed the subject, her expression turning serious. Her gaze swept over Shen Zhenbang, Zhou Qiqi, and Shen Huaichuan, and she solemnly instructed them:

"Fortunately, this time it wasn't the most severe case for Auntie. From now on, we must keep these life-saving nitroglycerin tablets safe! We must check the bottle every day to make sure they're there and that the tablets haven't changed color or become damp! If we find any problems, we must deal with them immediately without delay! When this disease flares up, every second counts!"

These words immediately reminded Shen Zhenbang and Zhou Qiqi of the panic and helplessness they felt when they couldn't find the medicine. They both nodded heavily, still shaken.

Yuan Xiaoyuan hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Also, I noticed that Auntie's heart rate is a bit fast and her blood pressure is still a bit high. Is she not taking her medication for prevention and control of her condition on time?"

She has also cared for many heart patients at the military hospital and has some knowledge in this area.

Shen Zhenbang quickly replied:

“She ate! She eats on time every day! It's just that she ate more than two hours later than usual last night. She usually eats around 6 pm, but there were some things to do at home last night, so she didn't eat until about 8:30 pm. She ate before breakfast this morning, just like usual. Could it be... that eating a little later caused her to get sick?”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiaoyuan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then murmured in confusion:

"Logically speaking, if you consistently take the medication on time, the drug concentration in your body should be stable. Even being two hours late once shouldn't cause such a sudden and severe attack! Strange..."

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