"Steward Li, may I take a look at the clothes the City Lord usually wore, as well as the bedding he used?" Lin Taichu asked.
"Certainly." Li Fu had someone bring over the City Lord's clothes and bedding.
Lin Taichu examined them carefully. The clothes and bedding were made of ordinary silk, with nothing unusual about them. He sniffed them as well; there was no strange odor, nor any scent of poison.
Just then, the City Lord suddenly groaned from the bed, and his body began to convulse. Lin Taichu hurried to his bedside and saw his face turn livid in an instant. His hands clutched tightly at his chest, his expression twisted in pain.
"This is bad—the City Lord is having another attack!" Li Fu said in panic. "Physician Lin, quickly, think of something!"
Lin Taichu quickly took his pulse again. This time, it differed from before—rapid and chaotic. He carefully observed the City Lord's expression and found his eyes tightly shut, his brows furrowed, and his lips purple. This did not look like ordinary chest pain.
Lin Taichu suddenly thought of something. He immediately pulled out a Silver Needle from his robes and inserted it into the City Lord's philtrum, Neiguan, and Shanzhong acupoints. Then he gently massaged the City Lord's chest.
A few minutes later, the City Lord's convulsions gradually stopped. His complexion slowly returned to normal, and his breathing steadied. He opened his eyes, saw Lin Taichu, and said weakly, "Thank you... thank you, Physician."
"City Lord, how do you feel?" Lin Taichu asked.
"Much better. It doesn't hurt as badly anymore," the city lord said. "None of the previous physicians relieved it this quickly."
"Physician Lin, you truly are a miracle doctor!"
Li Fu, watching from the side, kept slapping his thigh. Much of the