Another boring day passed just like that.
「Today, however, marks the last day of the May Day holiday.」
Thinking about this holiday makes Du Heng's head hurt.
Li Qiuhua drank the medicine yesterday, but she hadn't sweated at all.
By this morning, Du Heng couldn't wait any longer.
A little after nine, once the medicine had been decocted, he carried it directly upstairs to the hospital room.
After she drank the medicine this time, another hour passed, but still no sweat appeared.
Du Heng frowned. He didn't expect the cold syndrome in Li Qiuhua's body to be so stubborn. By now, two high-dose prescriptions of Ephedra, Aconite, and Asarum Decoction had been administered, yet there was still no effect.
The family members didn't dare to say anything. They just looked anxiously from Du Heng to their old mother on the bed, their breathing growing shallow, afraid of disturbing Du Heng's thoughts.
