"Brother Ye, Brother Ye, come quickly, Old Man Zhou has fainted." On this day, Ye Qiu was idly in the clinic when two panting old ladies ran in, their expressions filled with panic.
"Hurry, don't you know some traditional Chinese medicine? Old Man Zhou is having a heart attack and there are no medicines on him, what should we do now!"
"Let's go, lead the way." Ye Qiu grabbed a cloth bag and ran outside.
By the time he arrived, there were already many people standing at the entrance of the alley, some complaining about the ambulance not arriving yet, others suggesting to just take him to the hospital themselves. The crowd was chattering, almost starting to quarrel.
"Move aside, let Brother Ye take a look first." A rather sturdy old lady pushed through the crowd, then stood aside, gasping heavily.
Ye Qiu saw Old Man Zhou lying flat on the ground, his face still abnormally flushed, he quickly took his pulse, then swiftly inserted Silver Needle around his heart meridian.
