As they left the consultation room, Wei Lao directly led Liu Zixuan and the others to the intensive care unit.
"Doctor, you must save my mom," a little boy cried, clutching Wei Lao's hand.
Wei Lao gently patted the boy's shoulder, "Rest assured, treating the sick is our duty, and we will do our utmost!"
"Thank you, thank you!"
The little boy looked about seven or eight, with no adults around, which made it easy to understand his sense of helplessness since his mother fell ill.
After pushing open the ward door, inside lay a middle-aged woman wearing a patient's gown. Though it was long-sleeved, the red rash on her skin remained quite obvious.
Her complexion was incredibly poor, shifting from pale to a grayish hue similar to a dead person's!
"Doctor Liu, let's begin!" Wei Lao said quietly.
"Okay, watch closely, the herbal medicine's usage and dosage need strict control!" Liu Zixuan told the other doctors.
All the doctors nodded repeatedly and stepped aside.
