When Du Heng found the young man again with the medicine, he had already been moved to a ward by Yu Haiting and the others.
Lying in the sickbed, attached to an IV drip, he appeared weak and feeble.
Du Heng handed the powdered medicine to Yu Haiting. "This is a hemostatic medicine. When he starts to have a nosebleed, blow some of this powder into his nostrils to stop the bleeding."
Yu Haiting nodded, then passed the medicine to Xiao Li behind him. "Put it in the drawer of the patient's bedside table."
He then turned back to Du Heng and said, "After you left, I asked him again. He said he hasn't felt any discomfort so far."
Du Heng frowned slightly, then bent down, took the young man's wrist, and performed a pulse diagnosis.
After checking his pulse, Du Heng's frown deepened. "According to his pulse, he's indeed just a bit weak, but this shouldn't be the case. He couldn't have lost so much blood for no reason, and for it not to stop."
