I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

He first gently touched the child's hot forehead, frowned slightly, then turned over the child's eyelids and carefully observed the somewhat cloudy eyeballs.

Then he placed his fingers on the child's thin wrist, feeling the spider-weak pulse, his expression becoming more serious.

The people around gathered around, holding their breath and watching Sun Simiao's every move intently.

The entire clinic was so quiet that only the child's faint breathing could be heard, as if time had frozen at this moment.

While Sun Simiao was carefully examining the situation, he was quickly thinking of a countermeasure in his mind.

He knew very well that the child's condition was extremely critical and no delay was allowed.

"The child's condition is very serious, but there is still a glimmer of hope."

Sun Simiao spoke to the woman, his voice was soft but it had a reassuring power.

When the mother heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, and she tightly grasped the corner of Sun Simiao's clothes, as if it was the last straw for her and her child.

"Thank you, thank you! When I grow up, I will work like a slave to repay you!"

The woman knelt on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Sun Simiao smiled and shook his head.

Then he turned and walked towards the medicine cabinet. There were not many herbs left in the cabinet, but he still picked out a few herbs quickly and accurately.

His eyes were focused and every movement was filled with awe for life.

He picked up the pestle and began to carefully grind the herbs, again and again. The rhythmic sound echoed in the silent clinic. After grinding the herbs, he deftly placed them in the pot and lit the fire. The flames danced at the bottom of the pot, illuminating his wrinkled yet resolute face.

While waiting for the medicine to be boiled, Sun Simiao returned to the child and checked his condition again.

He gently stroked the child's forehead and muttered something, as if praying for the child.

The mother watched anxiously, tears streaming from her eyes. Her lips trembled, but she dared not make a sound for fear of disturbing Sun Simiao.

The medicine was finally ready. Sun Simiao carefully poured the soup into a bowl, stirred it gently with a spoon, and let it cool slightly.

Then he sat down beside the bed, lifted the child up slightly, and fed the medicine into the child's mouth spoon by spoon.

The child's lips trembled slightly and the medicine flowed down the corners of his mouth, but Sun Simiao still fed him patiently, his eyes full of anticipation.

After feeding the child the medicine, Sun Simiao let the child lie down and continued to observe his reaction. Time passed by minute by minute, and every moment seemed like a torment.

Suddenly, the child's body twitched slightly, and the mother cried out in surprise. Sun Simiao quickly held the child down, a flicker of nervousness flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He gently patted the child's back and spoke some soothing words.

After some effort, the child's breathing gradually stabilized and his complexion improved slightly.

Sun Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile on his tired face. Seeing this, his mother knelt down in front of him again, weeping: "Miraculous doctor, thank you! Thank you for saving my child!"

Sun Simiao quickly helped his mother up: "The child is still in danger and needs to be taken good care of."

In the following days, Sun Simiao kept a close eye on the child's condition.

He personally changes the child's dressing and checks his physical condition every day, while also taking care of other patients.

His body was extremely tired, but his spirit was still tense.

The people of Guzhou, despite suffering from illness, still hoped for assistance from the court.

Every day, some people would spontaneously go to the city gate and look at the road leading to Chang'an.

Their eyes were full of longing, hoping to see reinforcements from the court coming with supplies and hope.