Mo Han, examining her hands and face, pressed his thumb gently against her pulse points. Her fingers were thin and frail, her skin pale with a faint grayness at the tips. He tilted her chin slightly, noting the dullness of her eyes, the dryness of her lips.
"You've been suffering for a long time," he murmured.
The middle-aged woman bit her lip nervously. "Y-yes… many months. At first it was only coughs and continuous burping, but now… even breathing at night hurts. I can't eat well. No healer would see me because I could not pay their fees."
Mo Han gave a small nod. "Lay down. I'll find out what's wrong."
She hesitated, clutching her patched robe, but under his steady gaze, she slowly climbed onto the cold stone bed, her body stiff with embarrassment.
Mo Han picked up a silver needle from his prepared set. It glimmered faintly as his aura flowed into it, filling the needle with a soft glow. Without hesitation, he guided it to her navel point and inserted it in one smooth motion.
