Li Shiming put down the medicine box and went to the bathroom to wash his hands first.
Then he lifted Yan Jintang's quilt, revealing his feet.
He walked forward again, laid out the pulse pillow, half-knelt on the ground, and took Yan Jintang's pulse.
Yan Gaojian and his wife were both watching Li Shiming's operation at the door. They looked at each other and dispelled some of their concerns.
Ling Ju felt quite awkward being stared at like that. She knew the Yan couple probably weren't too confident in Li Shiming's current medical skills. After all, he hadn't seen a patient in so many years and had gone mad. Anyone would have some doubts. She took the initiative to ask, "Aunt Zhao, do you have any tea?"
"have!"
Zhao Qi took Ling Ju out to find tea. Ling Ju found the sugar jar she had given to Yan Jintang next to the water cup. After brewing the tea, she added a little bit of sugar to it and handed it to Zhao Qi.
"Please drink some. I think you are too nervous. Drink some tea, take a deep breath, and give it to Uncle Li first. I believe he can handle it."
Zhao Qi twisted his fingers and looked at Ling Ju. "You are such a thoughtful child. It reminds me of my daughter. When she was alive, she always told me that drinking more water and breathing deeply are good for the body."
After Zhao Qi finished speaking, Ling Ju's heart twisted uncontrollably.
Turn around quickly.
She poured another cup for Song Qi. Seeing that the guest was serving himself, Aunt Yan hurried over to take over, poured a few more cups, and brought them into the living room.
Li Shiming opened the medicine box and took out a set of needles.
He found a few acupuncture points on Yan Jintang's feet and then inserted the needles.
They found a few acupuncture points on Yan Jintang's chest and inserted a needle. About ten minutes later, Yan Jintang, who was lying on the bed, coughed a few times and then spat out two mouthfuls of black blood.
As soon as Yan Jintang moved, everyone in the room immediately focused all their attention on him.
Ling Ju was also twisting her fingers nervously, and Song Qi held her shoulders from behind to give her some support.
Li Shiming asked for another clean towel and wiped the blood that Yan Jintang vomited.
Then he stood up and said, "Orange, come here."
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