The medicine was poured in, and Yun Jiao sat beside him, placing her fingers on the Duke's pulse, carefully feeling it.
At first, the pulse was still weak, roughly around twenty beats per minute.
Yun Jiao turned her head to Jiang Youzhi, "No need to fan it anymore, the fire is big enough. If you fan it any more, it will dry out. Lower the fire and let it simmer."
Jiang Youzhi tossed the fan aside, strode over, pressed his lips together, and stood silently watching Jiang Zhongxing, unconscious on the bed.
Yun Jiao kept focused on counting the Duke's pulse.
About a quarter of an hour later, Yun Jiao finally felt that the pulse seemed a bit faster than before, roughly thirty beats per minute.
The medicine seemed to have a slight effect, but it wasn't enough.
Yun Jiao added, "Pour some more medicine, half of it, and let the rest simmer."
Hui Xiang poured out the medicine, and Da Ya quickly stirred it in an ice basin, then brought it over.
