Such a Spiritual Spring shouldn’t have side effects.
After a sudden brake, Jing Shu returned to the villa, but the person she was looking for wasn’t there.
After all the fuss, it turned out that Grandma Jing had fainted in her own ho in Building 25.
Since the rains began, the entire family had moved to the villa, leaving the first-floor apartnt in Building 25 vacant. Grandma Jing used to go there occasionally to tidy up, but recently, her visits had beco more frequent, occurring almost daily.
When Jing Shu arrived, Grandma Jing was still lying in bed, her eyes tightly shut. Aside from her rapid breathing, there were no other apparent serious issues. Encountering such a sudden collapse, especially during the apocalypse, was truly baffling.
All the windows in the house had already been opened to ensure Grandma Jing had plenty of fresh air.
Her father, Mr. Jing, was sweating profusely, while her grandfather, Mr. Jing, paced anxiously. Wu You’ai was on the verge of tears, and a pale-faced Third Aunt Jing Lai was also present. Her father, Mr. Jing, had already contacted a doctor, who was reportedly on the way.
"The doctor said the elderly should lie still and not be moved, to avoid secondary injury."
Jing Shu scanned the room and noticed an unfamiliar man. He was tall and thin, wearing glasses, and had a very refined appearance. Frowning, Jing Shu went to Grandma Jing’s side first and checked her breathing again. It was rapid, and her heartbeat was faster than normal.
She’s still alive!
As long as she was alive, that was all that mattered. Even if she was only barely breathing, Jing Shu could use the Spiritual Spring to revive her. Fearful that the effect might be too potent, she first administered a few drops of diluted Spiritual Spring into Grandma Jing’s mouth.
"Dad, what kind of doctor did you find? Is he reliable?" Jing Shu asked her father.
Her father, Mr. Jing, looked a little awkward. "I don’t know if he’s reliable or not, but he’s a Western-trained doctor currently stationed in the Banana District. He said it’s difficult to diagnose anything without detailed equipnt, so he could only co to take an initial look. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll have to take her to West Mountain together."
That doesn’t sound very reliable.
"It’s likely low blood pressure causing dizziness, weakness, and palpitations," the man said. His voice was aged and sowhat hoarse, yet remarkably steady, inspiring a sense of trust.
"Nonsense, my grandma clearly has high blood pressure," Wu You’ai interjected.
The entire family knew Grandma Jing suffered from high blood pressure and took dication for it, adhering strictly to the prescribed schedule and dosage. Even if her blood pressure were low, it wouldn’t be severe enough to necessitate a blood volu supplent.
If it were high blood pressure, the family would believe it, because Grandma Jing had never experienced low blood pressure in all these years.
"Who is this?" Jing Shu inquired.
"This is the person I was telling you about, the one who was chatting with Grandma when she fainted. He claims to live next door. I think he wanted to harm Grandma," Wu You’ai said, like a little cat baring its claws. There weren’t many people in her life she deeply cared for: her mother was one, her grandmother another. If she had to count one more, Jing Shu was perhaps a distant third.
Jing Shu frowned. "What’s your na? How do you know my grandmother, and how did you end up chatting with her?"
Only then did Jing Shu take a closer look at the man. Due to his height, he always seed to keep his head down, his face partially obscured by shadows, preventing others from seeing his features clearly.
Yet, his youthful face was paired with an extrely aged voice, creating an odd impression. However, there was sothing about his voice that dispelled any notion of ill intent; it was a voice that inspired trust upon hearing it.
He gave a sowhat helpless laugh, casually tucking his hands into his pockets as he leaned against the wall. "My surna is Lin, as in Shuangmu Lin. Just call Lin Yi. I t your grandmother a few days ago. Sohow, we just clicked and had so great conversations. Your grandma is a very interesting person. She’s always so full of life, which is inspiring to soone as listless as ."
Jing Shu frowned. Grandma Jing had enjoyable chats with soone else? Why didn’t I know about this? Lin Yi? That na sounds familiar too.
But Jing Shu was solely focused on Grandma Jing’s condition; she had no ti to ponder nas.
"You all should reflect on this," Lin Yi said, observing Grandma Jing. "You leave the elderly woman at ho alone all day without anyone to talk to. She doesn’t want to disturb your lives, so she probably just chatted with casually."
He continued, "Although I’m not a professional doctor, neurology was my secondary field of study, and blood pressure falls within that area. Rest assured, I have my diploma. You should choose to trust rather than waste ti."
"Are you insane?" Wu You’ai exclaid. "Who would choose to trust soone who might be trying to harm her?"
Lin Yi looked slightly surprised. "How did you know I have a nervous disorder?"
Wu You’ai was speechless. That’s even more reason not to trust you.
Checking the ti, Jing Shu decided to call Niu Mou. "Minister Niu? Mr. Qian had an old traditional Chinese physician with him last ti... Yes, that’s right. I’d like to invite him over. Excellent, thank you. We can settle up for this afterward."
Western doctors are greatly hampered without their equipnt.
Ultimately, having a traditional Chinese doctor check her pulse would be more reassuring. A combination of traditional Chinese and Western dicine would be even better.
Soon, the Western-trained doctor arrived first, indeed carrying only basic equipnt. He imdiately took Grandma Jing’s blood pressure and perford a simple examination.
Jing Shu couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. With technology so advanced and ho blood pressure monitors so convenient, she should have bought one earlier. Then, this might not have happened.
"Low blood pressure, severely low," the doctor stated. "Does the patient have any prior dical history?"
Her father, Mr. Jing, quickly explained.
"Has she been taking her dication as prescribed?" The entire family nodded. "For so many years, she definitely wouldn’t have taken more than she was supposed to."
A short while later, the traditional Chinese doctor also arrived and promptly took Grandma Jing’s pulse. His conclusion was the sa as the Western-trained doctor’s, and even identical to Lin Yi’s.
Suddenly, Jing Shu rembered sothing. Why would Grandma Jing have low blood pressure? It must be because she drank Spiritual Spring water every day, which nourishes the body. It had likely cured her high blood pressure and other ailnts. But since she continued to take her blood pressure-lowering dication every day, she naturally developed low blood pressure!
Yes, that had to be it! That explained everything. Even her grandfather, Mr. Jing, had grown new teeth. Grandma Jing’s high blood pressure must have also returned to normal, so she no longer needed the extra dication.
The two doctors first adjusted Grandma Jing into a recovery position. The traditional Chinese doctor also perford Tui Na massage and acupuncture on Grandma Jing. Neither had brought any dicine, but the traditional Chinese doctor said these asures should be sufficient.
"Do you have anything to replenish blood volu?"
Jing Shu nodded. "Do Blood Mushrooms count?"
"Yes, those will work. Have her eat so quickly."
The family hurriedly cooked the Blood Mushrooms and fed them to Grandma Jing. Jing Shu finally exhaled in relief. It had all been a false alarm; she’d thought sothing serious had happened to Grandma Jing, but it was just an unforeseen issue caused by the Spiritual Spring.
So, Lin Yi wasn’t the one who hard Grandma Jing?
Whether it was the effect of the Spiritual Spring, eating the Blood Mushrooms, or the traditional Chinese doctor’s acupuncture, Grandma Jing finally woke up.
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