The old doctor has seen many family members in this situation, but every time she can't help but feel sad. If possible, she also hopes that her medical skills are good enough to save this little life.
Some people around couldn't help sobbing.
Zhang Xiuyuan looked at Wang Mian who seemed to have lost his soul, and then at the child who seemed to be silent on the bed, and suddenly remembered something.
He said loudly: "Doctor, if we can just stop his bleeding, we can save him."
As he spoke, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his pouch and said, "I have a bottle of potion here that may be able to stop his bleeding."
Almost as soon as Zhang Xiuyuan opened his mouth, everyone's eyes fell on him.
"Isn't this Yuanfulang from Yipinzhai?" Someone immediately recognized Zhang Xiuyuan's identity.
Wang Mian was like a drowning man grabbing a piece of duckweed: "Really, your potion can save Yuan Bao?"
"I'm not sure, but I can try." That was the undiluted spiritual spring water given to him by Zhao Chuchu.
When his wife gave it to him, she told him about its efficacy, which seemed to have healing and revitalizing effects. His wife said that she gave it to him in case of emergency.
He took it, but never had the chance to use it, so he couldn't guarantee its effectiveness.
When the old doctor heard this, he hurried to take the small porcelain bottle.
But at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and knocked the small porcelain bottle down, accompanied by a roar: "It's you. What are you up to? I have a grudge against you. How could you use the potion to save my child? Do you have some conspiracy?"
Zhang Xiuyuan was quick to catch the porcelain bottle before it fell to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then anger rose in his heart. He looked at He Ling coldly, "Don't think that everyone is like you. I want to save the child. It has nothing to do with you. Even if it was someone else's child, I would still take out the potion."
"Impossible, you must harm Yuanbao. Unless you promise that if your potion fails to save Yuanbao, you will be guilty of murder and must go to jail."
Zhang Xiuyuan looked at He Ling, who was like a mad dog, with not much warmth in his eyes. He pulled the corner of his lips and sneered softly: "I just wanted to save the child with good intentions, but you think I want to kill people. Well, I won't meddle in your business anymore."
Zhang Xiuyuan has a good heart, but he is not a saint.
The wife's spiritual spring water is very precious. She once said that if she draws too much of it, it will endanger her life.
Therefore, he cherished this bottle of spiritual spring water very much.
If he didn't feel really sorry for the child, he wouldn't have taken it out.
After saying that, Zhang Xiuyuan took the herbs and turned to leave.
At this moment, Wang Mian grabbed his hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and begged: "Don't go, I am willing to believe you. Even if, even if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter, I won't blame you."
If not used, Yuanbao will die of blood loss. If used, there is at least a glimmer of hope.
Zhang Xiuyuan sighed slightly, stopped, and then handed the small porcelain bottle to the old doctor.
The old doctor opened the small porcelain bottle, and immediately a rich and sweet smell emanated.
The liquid in the small porcelain bottle seemed to be similar to water, the only difference was that it had a smell.
Can this really save lives?
The old doctor was not sure either, but there was a faint voice in her heart telling her that perhaps this so-called potion really worked.
"Wang Mian, you can't use it. His stuff will kill Yuanbao." He Ling was still struggling.
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