Song Meilan and Shi Guanlan had just finished their visit when a familiar face entered—the old acquaintance of Lu Xuan.
"Dr. Lu."
As soon as Li Yuquan entered the consultation room, he greeted Lu Xuan with a hearty laugh, sweeping away the gloom and hopelessness from his first visit.
His improved physical condition had given Li Yuquan hope for life.
"Old Mr. Li seems to be in good spirits; it looks like the acid reflux has improved," Lu Xuan said as he got up to greet Li Yuquan.
Li Yuquan nodded: "Indeed, it's much better. The last time I came, I felt like I was on the verge of death, extremely resentful of my condition. But now it's different. My mood is great, the acid reflux has improved, and even other symptoms have reduced. It's much better than taking Western medicine."
"Please have a seat, Mr. Li. Let me check you again."
"Sure."
Li Yuquan sat down comfortably, allowing Lu Xuan to take his pulse. At Lu Xuan's indication, he also stuck out his tongue.
