Claire was about to speak, but Evelyn cut her off, forcing her to reluctantly step aside.
Gabriel nodded slightly and strode into the ward. "Thanks."
On the bed lay Mr. Hart, his face ashen, eyes shut tight, his body frail and weak, like a candle about to be snuffed out by the wind.
Gabriel reached out and touched him, feeling the old man's limbs cold as ice, yet his internal organs were blazing hot, as if a fire raged within.
"Could it be the Fire Cold Poison?" Gabriel squinted, a plan already forming in his mind.
The Fire Cold Poison was a peculiar ailment, appearing as a mix of cold and fever symptoms, but secretly harboring a fiery toxin.
A single treatment approach was useless; too aggressive a remedy could even backfire.
This was why many doctors found themselves at a loss.
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