Although she couldn't sit back and watch something happen to Mrs. Meng, but if the father and son were determined not to allow her to touch her, she wouldn't have to touch her.
Meng Xiang pursed his lips tightly and stared at her fiercely, but said nothing.
Meng Jia's eyes were blood red, staring at her, and his lips moved: "Please, save her!"
What else can you say?
Mu Yunhan immediately felt Mrs. Meng's pulse and said solemnly: "It's a stroke, and there's also a heart problem."
After all, Mrs. Meng is old and has been ill for a long time. It is easy for her to fall prey to the disease when she is overjoyed or sad.
Before Meng Jia finished the ceremony, she was worried, so it was okay to hold on to her words.
Seeing Meng Jia obediently obeying the request, her breath suddenly relaxed, and she stopped.
"Is there any Qingxin Pill? Take one and press it under your tongue."
Mu Yunhan said: "Another person took a pen and ink to write down the prescription. I told you to write it down, and immediately boiled the medicinal soup and drank it. It should be able to hold on until the doctor comes."
Suddenly I heard someone whisper: "You are so brave, and you are not afraid of people dying and causing trouble for her."
Mu Yunhan was startled, she had not thought of this just now.
Just seeing the old lady falling ill, Gu Fenglin nodded, and she rushed in.
Now that I think about it, it seems a bit lacking in consideration.
"You save her! You save her!" Meng Jia suddenly grabbed her arm tightly and gritted his teeth and hissed: "I know you can give acupuncture! Please save her, I beg you!"
Mu Yunhan raised his eyes to look at Meng Jia and saw the seven-foot-tall man's eyes full of fear.
He stared at her so earnestly, his whole body trembling violently.
"Please save her, I don't blame you..." He let go of her arm and kowtowed to her.
Mu Yunhan sighed: "Okay."
Just as she was about to ask someone to look for the silver needle, Xiaomi had already sent a needle bag over there.
Mu Yunhan didn't have time to find out where the needle bag came from, so he quickly ordered someone to set up a screen to isolate the crowd of onlookers and quickly administered the needle.
Over the years, she began to learn pharmacology and pulse from the medical elders, and also learned to perform acupuncture when she was free.
I dare not say how many skills I have learned from the medical elders, but I know more than ordinary doctors.
Even so, due to Mrs. Meng's extraordinary status, she was under great pressure.
Not to mention that there was a Meng Xiang who was watching eagerly.
After a series of first aid measures were taken, Mu Yunhan's back was soaked with sweat. He felt as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his whole body collapsed.
She didn't get up to find a place to sit, so she sat on the ground aside and nervously observed Mrs. Meng's movements.
Suddenly, Grandma Rui shouted: "Wake up, wake up..."
Mrs. Meng's eyelids moved, she exhaled, and fell into coma again.
Meng Jia looked at Mu Yunhan for help.
Mu Yunhan checked his pulse and whispered: "It's nothing serious for the time being."
Immediately afterwards, Meng led the doctor in, but it was the imperial doctor that Mrs. Meng was used to in the past.
Mu Yunhan briefly described her diagnosis results, and then quietly walked out when he saw that she was no longer needed.
The guests gathered outside in twos and threes, discussing the matter in low voices.
Gu Fenglin and several courtiers were standing in the corridor, not knowing what they were talking about.
Seeing her going out, Gu Fenglin left those people behind and walked towards her: "How is it?"
Mu Yunhan said tiredly: "There is no big problem for now, but I'm afraid I'll have to rest in the future."