"Poison?"
Ruan Qi raised her eyebrows and took the medical report from Zhou Cun's hands.
She quickly scanned through it, then her small hand rested on Lao Yi's pulse.
"The person who harmed Lao Yi is an Ancient Martial Artist?"
Zhou Cun: "Correct."
The young girl nodded, drawing out a few silver needles and inserting them into Lao Yi's acupoints.
"Dr. Zhou, go and tell Jiujiu to have my junior bring the medicine stove here as fast as possible."
Jiujiu?
Zhou Cun was bewildered for several seconds before he suddenly realized.
His mouth twitched, and he left with unsteady steps.
Ruan Qi put on a white lab coat, knelt on the sickbed, and began acupuncture on Lao Yi.
One after another, the silver needles danced under the light, creating an artistic performance, a stark contrast to the surrounding bloodiness.
When Zhou Cun returned to the emergency room, he was greeted by such a stunning scene.