"Fifty moxa cones... Can the patient handle that?"
Hu Qiming looked worried.
The patient before them looked sturdy, but his mental state was clearly unstable. "What if the pain becomes too much and he has another manic episode?"
This was indeed a major problem.
Patients with mania were already agitated. Subjecting him to heat from a flame would just be adding fuel to the fire, wouldn't it?
Li Xu had obviously considered this point as well.
He gave a mysterious smile and took out a small, prepared porcelain bottle from a drawer. "We can use 'Sleeping Saint Powder.'"
"Sleeping Saint Powder?"
Hu Qiming was stunned again.
Although he had formal training in Chinese medicine, he had never heard of this name.
'But based on the name…'
"Is it something to make the patient sleep?"
