His sudden outburst didn't startle Sang Zhi, but it did give the family members lurking outside a fright. Not having obtained her permission, they didn't dare enter, instead scrambling to press themselves against the small window in the wooden door. Since the window was small and there were so many of them, if Sang Zhi had looked up at that moment, she would have seen several broad, panicked faces plastered against the glass.
Sang Zhi had just finished inserting needles into the child to treat the intracranial hemorrhage. Hearing the exclamation, she followed his gaze and saw that the infant, who had been calm just a moment ago, was beginning to convulse again. Her assistant had been terrified by this sight. With the needle still held in her right hand, Sang Zhi’s left hand moved with lightning speed to retrieve another sterilized needle, instantly piercing the patient's Shuigou, Neiguan, Hegu, and Taichong acupoints.
Unlike other doctors who were cautious and solemn when locating points and twisting needles, it was as if these acupoints were etched into her mind. She only needed a fleeting glance, and the silver needle would be accurately placed. No one dared to doubt her skills anymore, for shortly after she finished, the child’s body stilled.
Chapter 132