Lingsha held the medical classic in her hands, comparing the notes as she carefully considered how to prescribe the right treatment.
"This illness flares up with too much ferocity. Ordinary painkillers can't even keep it under control—it's truly troublesome. How am I supposed to ease his suffering when it acts up? And then there are all the subsequent complications. Even if he recovers later on, it will leave severe aftereffects that will impact his future sword-training career."
Next to her sat a censer used for calming the mind and clearing the air, though it had other uses as well; it served as her capable assistant on her medical journeys.
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