Nianyang quickly checked Mrs. He's pulse and examined her physical condition, finding no post-operative bleeding at the surgical site, fever, or subphrenic infection. So where was the problem?
"City Lord He, have you been taking care of Mrs. He during this time?"
"Yes, it's just me, and some hospital nurses came in to transfuse a bottle of glucose to my wife and fed her the medicine you prescribed earlier."
Nianyang looked at the glucose hanging above; the composition and dosage were fine. Suddenly, she thought of something and turned to a few nurses on the other side,
"Did you switch Mrs. He's blood bags? Are you sure the blood type is correct?"
Ma Shu happened to be standing next to the blood bag, carefully looked at it, and nodded, saying,
"Divine Doctor, the blood bag is correct; the blood types are matched by professional nurses!"
Nianyang frowned; the medicine was right, the glucose was right, and the blood bag was right. Why did Mrs. He's condition worsen? This was odd.
