Li Xu carefully reviewed Ms. Zhu's medical records.
"This case is a classic," Li Xu said, pointing to the consultation notes. "A dark red tongue with a white, greasy coating, plus a deep, wiry pulse—it's a textbook case of Yang Qi deficiency with water retention and blood stasis. Ten years of edema, diagnosed by Western medicine as thrombophlebitis but with no effective treatment. This is the perfect opportunity to test the efficacy of True Martial Soup."
Guo Yu nodded, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. "The key is the Aconite. In True Martial Soup, Aconite is the monarch herb, used to warm the kidney's Yang Qi to transform Qi and promote water metabolism. The Aconite used before was soaked in Daban Liquid, which is why it wasn't effective. Now we can use the Aconite you brought..."
"However..."
Guo Yu's tone shifted. "The patient also has a history of cerebral hemorrhage and her blood pressure is on the high side. Isn't it risky to use Aconite?"
