In just a few breaths, Jiang Qingpu was already covered in sweat.
"Come here and hold this spot down tightly for me!"
Amidst the screams, a guard immediately stepped forward and pinched the "Shenmen" acupoint on the old man's wrist.
After releasing the needle, Jiang Qingpu immediately took two more silver needles and quickly inserted them into the "Shanzhong" and "Guanyuan" acupoints.
"Ginseng slices!"
The young apprentice was prepared and took out a thin slice of ginseng from the medicine pouch at his waist.
The two worked together to pry open the old man's mouth, stuffed the ginseng slices under his tongue, and pressed his mouth down to prevent him from spitting them out.
After twenty or thirty breaths, the old man's body finally calmed down and stopped convulsing.
"Okay, let go now..."
Jiang Qingpu's voice was filled with exhaustion. After the guards withdrew, he immediately began to check on the old man's condition.
His pulse was weak, his breath was faint, and his complexion was extremely pale.
Here we go again. Jiang Qingpu has been through too much these past few days and knows what the old man's current state means.
He stood up, walked to Qin Zhaoyue again, and bowed deeply, "Please, young lady, use your skills."
Qin Zhaoyue stepped forward and helped him up. Before she could reply, the other officials became unhappy.
"Old doctor, what nonsense are you talking about? I've never heard of such a method before."
"Yes, isn't this disregarding human life?"
"No, absolutely not."
Amid the doubts, Jiang Qingpu straightened his back with difficulty, "There's no time..."
"What did you say?"
“There’s no time left,” Jiang Qingpu murmured. “That was just a brief moment of lucidity before death. He’ll be dead in less than an hour!”
Having handled and seen off so many people, he knew that the old man was on his deathbed.
They were saved this time, but it was all in vain; they were merely clinging to life.
Jiang Qingpu looked up at Qin Zhaoyue and said, "Even if there's only a sliver of hope, let alone a 30% chance, we can only try anything at this point."
Qin Zhaoyue's breath hitched, but her eyes hardened considerably.
"Eldest sister, I need brine, dried kelp, the distillation apparatus we just used, spirits, clean silk cloth, and fine linen cloth."
Qin Zhaoqiong clenched her fists. "Sixth Sister, have you thought this through?"
"How could this be..."
The next moment, Qin Zhaoyue turned around, her sharp gaze fixed on the official who had tried to stop her.
"If you have a way to save people, please say it now."
If not, then shut up!
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