With the guidance left by Du Heng and his own diligent learning, Doctor Ma had managed to effectively carry out the work of the Chinese Medicine Department.
Moreover, as he treated more patients, Doctor Ma felt his improvement becoming more pronounced. This built his confidence, and he found himself treating patients with increasing proficiency and ease.
Yet today, looking at the old man across from him, Doctor Ma's heart was in turmoil, even panicked.
At this moment, the old man's face was rather dark, and he was experiencing shortness of breath, yet he calmly placed his right hand on the pulse-taking pillow.
Doctor Ma felt sweat on his forehead, and his heart pounded wildly. However, he knew this was not the time to show fear. If he did, the reputation of the Chinese Medicine Department, built with so much effort, could be ruined by his own hands.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Doctor Ma put on a composed smile. "Could you give me your left hand again, please?"
