Chapter 9 Five Years Emily helplessly replied, âYou didnât ask before, so I didnât say. I do have some medical skills.â She thought about it for a moment. She didnât want to seem arrogant and say too much.
Masterâs medical skills were very good. He had taught her a lot, so it was not a problem for her to treat some ordinary diseases.
Mason didnât understand. He frowned. This person might not be reliable.
âHow much is some? Ms. Armstrong, I canât joke around with the young masterâs life...â
Before he could finish, Emily interrupted him. âItâs too late for you to transfer to the hospital now. Your young masterâs breath is weak and he will be in danger at any time. This place is not close to the hospital. It will take half an hour to drive to the nearest hospital from this place. Iâm afraid this will put him in a very dangerous situation.â
Leona looked serious. What she said made sense. What should they do now?
âMs. Armstrong, do you have a way to treat Young Master Greensâ illness? He is in danger now.â Mason did not speak, he only stared at her. The searching meaning in his gaze was evident. Emily sighed and replied frankly, âThere are limitations in medicine. There is no doctor who can be 100% confident in curing every disease. Moreover, he is close to deathâs door right now. I canât make any guarantees. I can only say that I will try my best. You can consider it yourself. Do you want me to treat him?â
Mason weighed the pros and cons in his heart and did not speak.
Emily was a regular here. Leona had dealt with her many times. Ms. Armstrong had a steady temperament, and the medicine she developed was miraculous. Mr. Hawking usually praised her. The situation was urgent. Although he did not know what her medical skills were, he didnât have any other choice right now. âAssistant Mason, why donât we let Ms. Armstrong try it? Itâs best if she can treat him. If it doesnât work, we can take Young Master Greens to the hospital then.â She tugged at Masonâs sleeve and said.
This was the only way. Mason turned to Emily and nodded. âThank you.â Emily nodded and raised her hand to take the pulse of the person on the bed.
Lucasâ pulse was weak, indicating that his heart was damaged. She tilted her head to listen to his breathing. The weak breath hit her ears, and the frequency of his breathing was obviously low. âHas he been injured recently?â âYes, itâs his left shoulder.
Moreover, our young master has an old illness. Itâs relapsed.â Masonâs tone was hesitant, obviously unwilling to say more. She opened the front of his shirt, revealing his well-built figure and visible abs. She couldnât care less about embarrassment now. A large wound was on his shoulder, wrapped in gauze, and the blood had seeped out. It was dark red in color. She removed the gauze, the wound was red and swollen with pus. She didnât know what medicine had been applied, but it was obviously useless.
The wound was infected. Emily understood. The wound on his shoulder had triggered an infection and a fever. In addition, it was unknown what kind of old illness was compounding the situation. It had caused his heart to be damaged. His breathing and pulse were weak. âMs. Armstrong, can it be treated?â Leona asked expectantly. She said without looking back, âWhether it is external injuries or fever, the situation is indeed critical, but it is also within the controllable range, and it can be treated quickly. The problem is his old illness.â Checking his pulse again, Emily shook her head. His body was now in tatters and his internal injuries were serious. The western medicine in the hospital could heal his wounds and stop his fever, but it could not cure his internal injuries.
If he did not use traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate and condition his body, in this condition, he would probably not live past five years!
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