"Madam, Madam?"
Hearing Jiang Wumei's painful groans, the elderly physician put down the medicine bowl and called out twice. Receiving no response, he reached out to check her pulse.
The medicinal broth had just been consumed and had yet to take any effect; the pulse beneath his fingertips was no different from before. With a helpless sigh, the old physician had to withdraw his hand.
Chapter 413