“Alright.” Viola Thompson nodded slightly, “I’ll first relieve his pain, you go and help me buy some Chinese medicine.”
“Okay.”
“Is there paper and a pen?” Viola then asked.
“Yes.” Adam Swantz turned around to get the items, “Sister, wait a moment.”
Soon, Adam came over with paper and a pen, “Here you go, Sister.”
Viola took the paper and pen, hurriedly wrote down a few names of medicinal herbs, and handed the list to Adam, “Hurry up and come back.”
“Alright.” Adam took the paper and ran out immediately.
Viola sat by the bed, put her hand on Terrence Lentz’s forehead, and tested his temperature.
Then, she placed her hand on her own forehead.
Not bad.
No fever.
“Meow.”
Mantou jumped onto the bed, walked to Terrence’s face, meowed a few times, seemingly puzzled why Terrence was unresponsive, eventually stretched out its chubby little paw and gave Terrence a slap on the face.
Viola didn’t expect Mantou to suddenly hit someone and picked it up, “What are you doing? You’re not allowed to do that!” Mantou meowed somewhat defiantly.
Viola put it down and took out her acupuncture kit.
Inside the acupuncture kit were thirty-six golden needles.
By the time Adam came back with the medicine, he saw this scene.
The young girl was sitting in front of the bed, holding a golden needle, and was inserting it one by one into Terrence’s body.
Each one was precisely inserted into an acupoint.
Crystal lamplights draped her in a layer of cold and light gauze.
From afar, there was an indescribable aura of martial arts agility.
Adam stood at the doorway of the room, stunned for a few seconds, then said,
“Sister, I’ve bought the medicine.”
Hearing that, Viola glanced back, “Do you know how to decoct medicine?” “Yes.” Adam nodded.
Viola continued, “Following the instructions on my paper, take it to the kitchen and decoct it.’
“Alright.”
Terrence often took medicine, so his home wasn’t short of medicinal pots.
Adam took the medicine to the kitchen, boiled it, came back to the bedroom, and asked, “Sister, the medicine is decocting now. Anything else you need me to do?”
Viola didn’t pause her acupuncture, “Then help me feed the cat. There’s canned food in my bag.”
“No need, there should be some here,” Adam went to get the canned food, and added, “My older brother really likes small animals, especially cats. He often feeds stray cats downstairs, so there are a lot of canned food at home.”