When Nurse Xiaozhou brought over the traditional Chinese medicine, the feisty woman finally stopped resisting.
She didn't even need Xiaozhou to coax her. She picked up the bowl herself and downed it, GLUG GLUG GLUG.
Her fever was gone, her body no longer ached, and the effects of the traditional medicine were so immediate. What was left to resist? Pride wasn't nearly as important as her life.
However, after finishing the medicine, a heavy weight still hung in her heart. Her only worry was whether the fever would rebound. When she had been getting IV drips at the outpatient clinic earlier, the fever had also subsided after she took antipyretics. But once the medicine wore off, it spiked right back up. Over the past ten days or so, her temperature had constantly fluctuated, never truly stabilizing, torturing her so much that she wished she were dead.
She feared this traditional medicine would be just like the fever reducers—treating the symptoms but not the root cause.
