"It’s not foolproof, Younger Sister Lu might lose her life."
Inside the room, you could hear a pin drop, not a single person spoke.
Lin Danqing gritted her teeth.
"If it hadn’t co to this, I would never have resorted to such a bold thod. But now, with Younger Sister Lu growing weaker by the day, the antidotes have no effect on her. Are we to just watch as she loses her life?"
As she spoke, her voice beca agitated.
She had studied at the Imperial dical Bureau for many years and later, went to the dical Officer Institute. Due to her cheerful and bright disposition, everyone liked her, Lu Tong not being the most enthusiastic among them.
But Lin Danqing liked Lu Tong the most.
Lu Tong appeared cold and indifferent, aloof and taciturn, but she would leave a light on for Lin Danqing late into the night at the residence. Whenever Danqing complained about not understanding the dical Classics and Pharmacology, soon enough, the dical books she borrowed would have notes in Lu’s handwriting added to them. Lu Tong knew the secrets and confidentiality of the Lin Family and had even advised her aunt on how to detoxify from "Shooting Miu Zi". Unlike their colleagues at the dical Officer Institute, who might engage in open and covert competition, hoarding their dical knowledge, Lu Tong was open and candid, sharing her prescriptions without a hint of selfishness.
A person so different in temperant always inspired admiration, making one feel guilty for even a hint of jealousy.
Her ancestor hadn’t been able to save his best friend, leading to a lifeti of regret. Lin Danqing didn’t want to end up the sa way.
She wanted to save her friend.
In the silence, suddenly soone spoke: "I think it’s worth a try."
Lin Danqing looked over in surprise.
The speaker was Ji Xun, who looked at her: "Healers are ant to save lives. To give up on the possibility because of potential risks is not the right thing to do."
"Nonsense!" A dical Officer disagreed, "Healers treat illnesses and save lives, not to indulge in montary satisfaction. In the end, it all boils down to one word—’heal’. Taking such a risk is more harmful than beneficial, it’s not healing but rather harming!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Xun paused for a mont, seemingly reminded of sothing, and his expression beca distant.
After a while, he shook his head and spoke softly.
"You are wrong. As the saying goes, ’Cinnabar and Citrus are highly poisonous, yet a good doctor uses them to save lives.’ The disease is ever-changing, and so should the dicine. Since dicine cannot cure her, maybe poison can."
"You and I have been at the Hanlin dical Institute too long, each with our fears, always playing it safe, which may lead to losing our initial purpose. Why not ask ourselves, is the reluctance to extend a helping hand truly for the patient’s sake, or for our own?"
As these words were spoken, the dical Officers were stunned, and the complexion of the person who had just spoken turned red, remaining silent for a long ti.
Being an official and being a healer are fundantally different; as a healer, the first thing should be to empathize with the patient.
And they had been officials for too long.
After a lengthy silence, Chang Jin spoke: "Let’s proceed as Doctor Lin has suggested."
"Chief Physician!"
"The illness did not arise overnight; it developed gradually." The perennially mild-mannered and agreeable man looked at everyone, "Doctor Lu has been a dicine Man for many years, her spirit stronger and more resilient than most by a hundredfold. Instead of standing by powerlessly as she withers, it’s better to prepare ourselves for one last determined effort."
"Everyone," Chang Jin said earnestly, "life is precious and should not be taken lightly."
The previous speaker remained silent, as Chang Jin looked at Lin Danqing: "Doctor Lin, write down the prescriptions recorded in your notes quickly. We must review the prescriptions to make sure there are no risks before arranging for Doctor Lu to receive treatnt."
"Yes."
...
The new prescription for treatnt was quickly determined.
Upon hearing about Lin Danqing’s thod of treatnt, the dical Officers had mixed opinions.
So thought the move was exceedingly risky, with a high likelihood of failure, and it would subject Lu Tong to imnse pain before her death, with the cons outweighing the pros. Others believed that since life only cos once, a sliver of hope is better than no hope at all.
Lu Tong woke up once more.
At that ti, Pei Yunng was by her bedside. When Lin Danqing brought the news, she kept her head down, not daring to look into Lu Tong’s eyes.
Supported in Pei Yunng’s arms, Lu Tong was already very weak, barely able to speak. After mustering the energy to listen to Lin Danqing, she actually started to smile.
"Alright," she said, "you go ahead and try."
Lin Danqing couldn’t help but look up, "It will be very painful."
"I’m not afraid of pain."
"It might not be successful... pah pah pah, I’m not cursing you."
"It’s fine." Lu Tong said, "I’ve been lucky, I’ve tried many dicines and nothing’s happened, I’m sure I’ll get through this ti too."
The hand Pei Yunng used to support her arm stiffened slightly, but Lu Tong didn’t notice.
She looked at Lin Danqing. In those eyes, usually calm and indifferent, there was a faint glint of sothing Danqing recognized—it was the light of hope for life, a desire to survive, which she had seen many tis in the Plague Hospital.
Suddenly, Lin Danqing’s throat tightened with emotion.
She took Lu Tong’s hand: "Good, we will certainly get through this."
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