At the end, Old Liu asked another question: "How is Zhu Hanyue doing now?"
Chu Chen said solemnly, "Not very well. I estimate her body might not even hold out for another half a month."
Whether it was because she had let go of the attachments in her heart or because her illness had progressed rapidly, Zhu Hanyue's condition had deteriorated steadily since she returned home. This was obvious from the fact that she had once been able to talk for two or three hours, whereas now even speaking for ten or twenty minutes left her unable to continue.
The feeling of watching a patient's life constantly slip away through his own hands made Chu Chen feel terrible. Of course, as a doctor, such things were unavoidable. It was just that this was the first time Chu Chen had encountered it, which was why he was so saddened.
Old Liu sighed when he heard this. "That girl is a pitiful soul too. I hope she can pass peacefully when the time comes."
Chu Chen said, "Yes. I give her acupuncture twice a day now, trying to reduce her suffering."
"When are you going today? Will staying here delay you for too long?" Old Liu asked.
"How could it?" Chu Chen waved his hand. "I treated her last night. Judging from her condition, I think she'll be fine until noon."
"All right, I don't have anything else to do here. Take these materials home, then go over."
"Okay..."
Chu Chen put the materials Old Liu had given him at home, then drove to Zhu Hanyue's house to treat her. However, Zhu Hanyue's condition was even worse today. She was short of breath after saying only a few words, and her strength had already failed her badly. If things continued like this,