An elderly doctor took Gu Gaoxu's pulse and performed acupuncture, then shook his head and let out three long sighs.
By all appearances, Gu Gaoxu wasn't going to make it through the night.
Gu Ziye, standing to the side, wrung her delicate hands. "Doctor, what's wrong with my nephew? Is it serious?"
The doctor removed the Silver Needles from Gu Gaoxu's body one by one, returning them to his needle case.
This doctor didn't rush to answer Gu Ziye. Instead, he picked up a brush from the table, dipped it in some freshly ground ink, and wrote a prescription for internal medicine on a sheet of paper that was already laid out.
Zhao Qiao'Er was impatient and couldn't stand such dallying. She put her hands on her hips, sashayed forward, and said, "Look, Doctor Li, everyone in Taiping City knows you're the most highly skilled physician we've had for years."
