He knelt on one knee beside the elderly woman, his movements so swift they dazzled the eyes.
Lin Tian merely glanced at her and concluded that it was most likely a heart attack.
"Where are the meds? Where are they kept?"
For patients like this, they would always carry fast-acting heart medicine with them. While quickly asking, he reached out to check the elder's carotid artery and leaned in close to her mouth and nose to monitor her breathing. His actions were professional and calm, without the slightest hitch, as if he had practiced countless times.
"Meds...Meds? Right! In her little gold purse!" The elderly woman's son finally came to his senses, his voice trembling violently as he pointed to a purse fallen on the lawn.
Lin Tian swiftly grabbed the purse, opened it nimbly, and accurately found the small brown bottle of pills.
