"Doesn't this make it more challenging?" An Yiqing responded with a smile, stepping over to another hospital bed to begin her examination.
This patient was an elderly man, around fifty years old, with a sallow complexion and a frail, emaciated body. His eyes were dull and jaundiced. Ever since he was brought in, the old man had been coughing incessantly, as if he might cough up a lung.
"Xiao Jiu, give me the silver needle." While An Yiqing was examining him with her head lowered, she extended her left hand.
Xiao Jiu promptly pulled a silver needle pouch from the bag she was carrying and handed it to An Yiqing.
"I'm going to give you an acupuncture treatment, which will temporarily relieve your cough." An Yiqing said in an international language to the elderly man, then swiftly applied the silver needle to his acupoint with precision, before anyone had time to react.
