After finally arriving at the clinic, Zhao Shiyun found the door closed. It was probably not yet opening time, and Zhao Shiyun was extremely anxious. He banged on the door and shouted, "Doctor Bai! Doctor Bai! Please save my child!" Soon, the door opened, and the pharmacist poked his head out with a broom. He was cleaning the clinic in preparation for opening. When he saw the child in Li Yuemei's arms, his expression suddenly became serious.
The medicine boy hurriedly ushered them inside and ran to the backyard to call Doctor Bai. Doctor Bai had just finished washing his face, barely wiping it when he rushed out. Seeing the baby's purple face, he was startled. He hurriedly had them place the child on a couch covered with thick cotton, took out the silver needles, untied the quilt and swaddling clothes, and carefully examined the child. Zhao Shiyun and Li Yuemei stood nervously by, not daring to breathe, their eyes fixed on Doctor Bai's every move.
The baby's body was an unusual purple, and his breathing was weak. He asked the medicine boy to heat up some goat's milk, then filled a copper basin with warm water and poured in mugwort juice. He asked Li Yuemei to wipe the baby's hands and feet with a cloth, while he pricked several acupuncture points on the baby with silver needles, holding his breath and observing, then turned the baby over and patted it gently on the back. The medicine boy brought the goat's milk, which was just the right temperature. Doctor Bai gently fed it into the baby's mouth with a spoon. At first, the child was sucking eagerly, but gradually, it seemed as if he had no strength. His little hands drooped, a trace of goat's milk overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his little face began to turn gray.
Zhao Shiyun's face turned pale suddenly. He didn't care about anything else. He knelt down with a plop and kowtowed hard, "Doctor, please save my child, please..." Soon his forehead was bloody.
Doctor Bai wanted to stop him from kowtowing, but he was holding the child in his arms. He sighed and asked the medicine boy to take some pills from the drawer, cut a quarter of them, throw them into the goat's milk, crush them with a spoon, and feed them to the child together with the goat's milk.
After a few more sips, the baby refused to drink. Doctor Bai closed his eyes helplessly, watching the baby's breathing grow weaker. After a long moment, Doctor Bai sighed and shook his head. "The baby was born prematurely, was underweight, and was already weak. He caught a cold on the way here. I really can't do anything..."
Hearing this, Li Yuemei collapsed to the ground and burst into tears: "My grandson, how can we live like this?"
The child in Doctor Bai's arms suddenly let out a faint cry, then fell silent. Zhao Shiyun felt his vision go black, his legs weaken, and he almost fell. With trembling hands, he snatched the child from Doctor Bai's arms and carefully reached out to feel for breath, but no trace of warm breath touched his fingers. He hugged the lifeless child tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably.
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