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Chapter 239 Let me take your pulse
As soon as Nan Yu stepped out of the elevator, she saw Li Chongbai and Pei Yu standing at the door, who must have been waiting for her for a long time.

Her voice was hoarse, and you couldn't recognize her original voice at all.

"Uncle Li, I'm sorry, something came up and I'm late."

Upon hearing her voice, Li Chongbai immediately realized she was ill and quickly asked, "Yingying, where do you feel unwell? Shall I take a look?"

Pei Yu looked at Nan Yu with concern, "Dr. Li, you look terrible, are you sick?"

Nan Yu pulled down her mask and shook her head gently. "I'm fine. I've already taken my medicine. Madam's acupuncture can't be delayed. Let's go inside first."

After saying that, she picked up her suitcase and quickly entered the ward.

Li Chongbai and Pei Yu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry for Nan Yu.

The two walked in together and saw that Nan Yu had already opened the box and started acupuncture treatment on Duan Zhu.

They had a lot to say, but seeing her serious expression, they couldn't bear to disturb her, so they all shut their mouths and waited quietly.

Nan Yu followed the same procedure as yesterday.

The difference is that she was weaker today than a few days ago, and her hand trembled almost imperceptibly when she held the needle.

Others might not notice it, but she could sense the subtle change herself.

Nan Yu bit her lower lip, tasting the blood in her mouth, and forced herself to calm down.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again, a bright light shining from them. She steadied her hands and picked up a silver needle.

He used those three special ghost needle techniques at lightning speed.

The sweat on her forehead started as fine beads, then grew into large drops, dripping onto her glasses and blurring her vision.

Even as Mount Tai collapsed before her, Nan Yu remained unfazed and continued administering acupuncture.

Sweat quickly soaked through his back, penetrating all his clothes and even wetting the outermost white coat.

She blinked, clearing her blurred vision, and focused all her attention on the acupuncture.

Half an hour later, all acupuncture treatments were completed.

Nan Yu slumped into her seat instantly, completely soaked, as if she had been pulled out of the water.

Exhausted, she turned her head to look at Duan Zhu, whose complexion was gradually improving. Her eyebrows curved slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips beneath her mask.

Fortunately, it didn't delay my mother's treatment.

Looking at Nan Yu, who was swaying precariously and seemed on the verge of fainting, Li Chongbai felt a pang of pity.

He stepped forward and pressed down on Nan Yu's shoulder. "Yingying, go and sleep on the sofa over there for a while. I'll come and get the needle later."

Nan Yu looked up at Li Chongbai, her face pale, and shook her head, saying, "Uncle Li, no need, I can still hold on."

Li Chongbai felt even more sorry for the child. "Then close your eyes and sleep for a while. I'll wake you up in an hour."

Nan Yu shook her head again. She turned to look at Duan Zhu on the hospital bed. "I can't sleep."

Her body was very tired, but her mind was not tired at all.

Li Chongbai saw the needle marks on the back of her hand, which were bluish and stained with dried blood, clearly caused by improper handling when the needles were removed.

The scene of Nan Yu pulling out the needles to come and give Duan Zhu acupuncture, disregarding her own health, flashed before his eyes.

His eyes were filled with heartache as he took Nan Yu's hand and said, "Let me take your pulse."

Nan Yu tried to pull her hand back, but Li Chongbai held her wrist firmly, and she couldn't pull it back.

She looked up and met Li Chongbai's unwavering gaze.

"Yingying, although my medical skills are not as good as yours, I think I should be able to treat your illness."

After Li Chongbai finished speaking, he placed two fingers on Nan Yu's wrist and began to check her pulse.

(End of this chapter)