Qiao Yin, burning with anxiety, swiftly removed all her acupuncture needles and re-inserted them.
But this time, no blood seeped from her patient's mouth or nostrils.
Qiao Yin checked her patient's pulse again, then slumped in her chair, her face deathly pale.
The Old Madam's heart clenched, "What is it, Yinyin?"
"Grandmother's pulse is still very weak. If I can't figure something out, she might not last more than a few days."
The Old Madam began to tear up, "If it comes to that, we should take her to the city, to see the best doctor at Lan's Hospital."
Qiao Yin felt a glimmer of hope, "Can Lan's Hospital treat such severe brain trauma?"
Lu Lingche spoke up suddenly, "It's worth a try. Lan's Hospital gathers the top medical experts from around the country. They have successfully treated patients with gunshot wounds to the brain before."