In an antique room, Qin Luo met the lady in need of treatment.
Chen Zilin's seven orifices were still bleeding, not much blood, but it never stopped.
Two young maidservants beside her kept using handkerchiefs soaked in warm water to help wipe away the blood, but no matter how they wiped, it wouldn't end.
Qin Luo gestured for the two maidservants to step back.
This was pointless.
Doctor Qin Luo took a few drops of fresh blood from her nasal cavity and placed it into the intelligent diagnostic instrument he had just brought in.
Three seconds later, the instrument made a crisp 'ding' sound.
Qin Luo took the printed test report from the instrument, examined it carefully, and murmured to himself: "Strange, it really is strange..."
Shi Hongyun, who had been urgently waiting by the side, hurriedly asked upon hearing Qin Luo: "Doctor Qin, is something wrong? Is Zilin alright?"
"Madam is suffering from poisoning symptoms." Qin Luo spoke up.
