When he hung up the phone, Zhang Guangli was still sowhat puzzled.
When did Anjiang County have a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner more skilled than Huang Beishan? How co he had never heard of them?
As the dean of Anjiang County Hospital of Traditional Chinese dicine, Zhang Guangli had so knowledge of renowned traditional Chinese dicine practitioners from Anjiang, even if he hadn’t t them, he still had so impression.
Even if he didn’t know their specific nas, at the very least he would rember sothing upon hearing them.
However, regarding Lu Xuan ntioned by Huang Beishan, he thought for a long ti, yet had no impression of him at all.
"Could it be a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner from elsewhere who has settled in Anjiang?" Zhang Guangli thought to himself.
Though unlikely, it wasn’t impossible.
For example, an old Chinese dicine doctor’s daughter might marry soone in Anjiang, and he couldn’t bear to be separated from her, so he followed her to Anjiang, which wouldn’t be entirely out of the question.
This explanation kind of made sense.
But, Zhang Guangli felt that this possibility wasn’t particularly high.
"Dean Zhang, what happened? Is Old Mr. Huang unwilling to co?"
Seeing Zhang Guangli frowning and silent after finishing the call, Lv Xuming thought for a mont before asking, "If Old Mr. Huang is not willing to co, then we can only suggest the patient’s family go to a major hospital in the province; we can’t just watch them lose their lives in front of us."
"I agree, it’s best to persuade the patient and their family as soon as possible. This current situation isn’t going to work." Old Zhou, who had been mostly silent, chid in.
When Zhang Guangli ntioned Huang Beishan, he hadn’t held out much hope.
Soone already retired in Yong City and not short of money, why would he risk coming to Anjiang to save soone?
If successful, great, but if not, wouldn’t that create trouble for himself?
Seeing Zhang Guangli not speaking after the call, he instinctively thought Old Mr. Huang had refused Zhang Guangli’s invitation.
He didn’t think Huang Beishan did anything wrong; he would probably refuse too if it were him.
It was a perfectly normal situation.
But just as he finished speaking, he heard Zhang Guangli shake his head and say, "Old Mr. Huang isn’t unwilling to co; he said inviting him over would be going out of the way."
"What do you an?" Lv Xuming frowned, clearly not understanding what Zhang Guangli ant.
Old Zhou also focused on Zhang Guangli, seemingly waiting for his answer.
Zhang Guangli explained, "Old Mr. Huang said that there’s a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner nad Lu Xuan in Anjiang, and this person is even more skilled than he is. He suggested I contact him directly."
Just as he was speaking, his phone suddenly buzzed.
Upon checking, he found Huang Beishan had sent over contact information, so he spread his hands and said, "Look, here’s the contact information."
"More skilled than Old Mr. Huang? Could he be a nationally recognized master of traditional Chinese dicine?" Lv Xuming’s first thought was of the identity of nationally recognized masters, given that only they could surpass Huang Beishan in expertise.
However, just as he expressed this thought, he was quickly contradicted by Zhang Guangli: "Probably not; I’m not familiar with many nationally recognized masters, but I’ve seen all their nas. I don’t recall a Lu Xuan among them. Maybe he’s a provincially recognized master, but since Old Mr. Huang claims he’s superior, even if it’s not as exaggerated, he shouldn’t be far behind Old Mr. Huang."
"Regardless, let’s stop speculating. Let’s contact him quickly; otherwise, while we’re discussing all this, he might leave Anjiang." Old Zhou urged from the side.
"Yes, yes." Lv Xuming slapped his forehead, realizing his folly.
At this mont, Zhang Guangli was also snapped back to attention, and without overthinking, he dialed Lu Xuan’s number.
Lu’s Clinic.
As expected, more patients arrived in the afternoon.
Initially, there weren’t many, just a few trickling in, and most ca with a sense of trial, because a doctor praised by others might not necessarily cure their illness.
But once they interacted with Lu Xuan, feeling his profound knowledge in traditional Chinese dicine and understanding of Chinese dical knowledge, their doubts dissipated.
And so, word spread, attracting more to queue for consultations in the afternoon.
There was also a subsequent increase in patients heading to Huian Pharmacy to collect dicine.
Just as Lu Xuan was checking the pulse of a patient, his phone rang, causing Lu Xuan to frown. He didn’t answer imdiately but continued the examination, before picking up the phone afterward.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
Hearing a youthful voice on the other end, Zhang Guangli was montarily stunned but quickly realized, smilingly replying, "I’m looking for Old Mr. Lu, may I ask who you are..."
Looking for the old man?
Lu Xuan was puzzled.
He had gotten this number in college, known only to a few classmates and family. It was unlikely others knew this number.
And those with his contact usually had the old man’s contact too.
Even if the old man didn’t answer, they generally wouldn’t go directly to him; they were more likely to reach out to his dad, Lu Guoquan.
But the caller ntioning the old man, combined with realizing the person seed quite mature, perhaps not exactly sixty or seventy, but close to sixty, made Lu Xuan think there was a possibility the caller knew the old man.
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