"Her vitals are critically low. Heart rate is barely forty, blood pressure is dangerously low, and her breathing is shallow. She needs a hospital, immediately. I can't...."
"Do what you can here," Lu Yuze interrupted. "She can't be moved right now."
The doctor opened his mouth to argue, saw the expression on Lu Yuze's face, and wisely closed it again. He began unpacking his medical supplies, setting up an IV line, and preparing emergency medications.
But everyone in the room knew that mortal medicine wouldn't be enough. This was a spiritual affliction, a celestial poison, and it would require a celestial cure.
Minutes passed. Then an hour.
The lady continued her transfer, sweat beading on her forehead, her breathing becoming labored once more. She was giving everything, every drop of life force she'd recovered, every ounce of strength Shuyin had restored to her, she poured it all back into her daughter.
