"Mr. Lin, it’s an emergency, quickly..."

"Where’s the person?" Upon hearing "emergency," Lin Miao immediately jumped up and rushed out. An emergency meant life or death, there was no time to waste.

"They’re on their way, they’ll be here any moment!" reported Mr. Liou, a well-known street vendor selling roasted seeds.

Just as he finished speaking, they saw five or six young men carrying someone and running over rapidly. They were all familiar faces from the neighborhood, and Lin Miao easily recognized some of them.

"It’s Old Qu. When we were having breakfast at his diner this morning, he was just standing by the stove, and after saying a couple of words to us, he suddenly collapsed. It scared us to death. Look, he’s still holding a copper ladle in his hand..." said the butcher leading the group.

Lin Miao looked down and recognized it was Qu from the end of the alley. He made breakfast, and Lin Miao had tried his baked pancakes before, which were quite tasty. Qu was a kind man, and his breakfast business was doing well...

Sometimes, Mrs. Luu would also buy some pancakes from him to take home. Eating the same breakfast at home every day could become tiresome.

It was necessary to change the taste occasionally.

Lin Miao glanced at Qu, noticing his distorted mouth and eyes, his tongue lolling to one side, bright red at the tip. His eyes were closed tightly, half of his body was numb, and there was no sensation upon touch.

These were typical stroke symptoms, although he couldn’t tell if there was any cerebral hemorrhage.

"Xia Zhu, the needles, quickly!"

Xia Zhu quickly ran back to fetch Lin Miao’s needle bag.

With everyone’s eyes on him, Lin Miao decisively pried open Qu’s fingers, still clutching the copper ladle, and methodically massaged them, gathering them together to encourage blood flow.

The needle was directly inserted into the fingertips to let the blood flow!

The blood, the size of soybean grains, was black-red in color.

He treated all ten fingers this way, and also used the same method to bleed the ear tips. After the time it takes to burn an incense stick had passed...

Qu’s mouth suddenly became movable, his tongue retracted, his eyes opened, and he could move, even sitting up by himself.

It was miraculous!

Everyone present had never seen such a magical life-saving method before, including Xia Zhu and Sun Youwei, who all looked at Lin Miao with awe and admiration, their gazes almost palpable.

For Xu Qixi, the shock was even greater. She had been restricted from going out recently, and most of Lin Miao’s medical cases were hearsay to her. Seeing it firsthand was completely different from hearing about it.

Witnessing someone being revived with an unheard-of method was extraordinary. With her Qi Observation Skill, she could tell this was a wind-stroke.

Not many patients survive such an illness, and even if they do, they usually have lasting conditions.

"Xia Zhu, I’m going to write a prescription, go get the medicine and start the decoction." Lin Miao instructed them to help Qu to the temporary observation room in the backyard (actually just a temporary ward) and then began to prescribe and prepare the medicine.

His pulse was wiry, slippery, and rapid.

Qu’s symptoms were those of a stroke induced by internal wind, with phlegm-heat obstruction.

Use ox bile to clear the heart soup, with bile star, realgar, white atractylodes, coptis, fuligna, ginseng, cortex phellodendri, schizonepeta, ledebouriella, platycodon, rhinoceros horn (without substitute for buffalo horn), angelica, ox bile, musk, pearl, acorus, and cinnabar.

Bile star is a fermented product made from cyclamen powder mixed with sheep or pig bile. Ox bile is hard to find, but Lin Miao diligently collected it. Others discarded it, but he treated it as a treasure; luckily, there was some in his backyard pharmacy, and the rest of the ingredients weren’t hard to find either.

Even though Qu had regained consciousness, he still needed medication, and he would need to take medicine for quite a while.

It was difficult to expect a full recovery from his condition quickly.

"Neighbors, next time, if you encounter another patient with such symptoms, do not move them hastily. Just lay them flat. If they have consciousness, that’s fine; if not, turn their head to the side and open their mouth to prevent the airway from being blocked by phlegm, which can cause suffocation. Then do as I did, gather the fingers, prick the tips with needles to produce soybean-sized drops of blood. Ears can also be used, or you can pinch the philtrum forcefully; don’t be afraid to hurt them..."

Lin Miao proceeded to teach this stroke first aid method, which anyone with elderly family members might need to know.

Knowing this first aid technique can save a life, and it may improve recovery results.

Stroke first aid is a race against time; timely rescue makes all the difference.

This method was evidently effective, as everyone listened intently; it’s a lifesaver in critical moments, something witnessed firsthand by all.

"However, in certain cases, even if you temporarily revive the person, it might be beyond saving. You need to distinguish these situations..."

A physician isn’t omnipotent. If the stroke is particularly severe, it could be beyond anyone’s ability to help.

Qu was considered fortunate, having been brought to Lin Miao in time. If he were in another neighborhood, they might have been preparing for a funeral gathering instead.

Qu’s son was a carpenter working elsewhere. Upon hearing the news, he rushed back in haste; seeing Lin Miao, he was so overwhelmed he didn’t know what to say; he knelt down with a "thung!", knocking his head on the ground repeatedly.

Lin Miao tried to stop him but couldn’t.

He had no choice but to accept Xiaoqu’s gratitude, though he’d saved Qu’s life, so he could accept the gestures.

"Your father will need time to recover at home, he can’t go back to making breakfast anymore, and he must avoid overexertion. He’ll also need to take medicine for a while. My treatment isn’t free; you’ll need to pay for the consultation and medicine..."