The mutton leg in Old Cui's hand fell off in fear. He was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he slapped his head. "Young brat! Are you courting death!"
Dawa was slapped, but he did not move. Instead, he looked straight at Old Cui. "She's not dead!"
"Why isn't she dead? Her pulse is gone!" Old Cui said as he pinched Nie Wanrou's wrist. "If you don't believe me, look for yourself!"
Dawa roared, "I don't care! You have to save her! You must save her!"
Old Cui glared at him. "I'm a doctor, not a god! How can I save a dead person!"
Dawa hugged the Second Madam, his eyes rolling down. "She's not dead… She's not dead…"
Grandma couldn't stand it anymore and said to his old opera friend, "Treat her."
"How can I treat her?" Old Cui muttered.
Grandma raised a hand and placed it on the Second Madam's forehead. He closed his eyes and quietly sensed for a while before saying, "That shouldn't be…"
