Lu Guoquan walked into the clinic with the packed meals, urging everyone to eat while it was hot.

"Everyone, eat first, we can look at it later."

"Xiaoxuan, eat first, it won’t take much time." Watching his son being so serious, Lu Guoquan felt slightly heartbroken.

His son wasn’t well-known in Anjiang County, but after seeing just a few patients, so many people came to have him take their pulse. What about in Yong City?

One must know, Lu Xuan is quite famous in Yong City.

The number of people registered to see him is significantly more, easily over a hundred people in a day.

Even though Lu Guoquan isn’t a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, or even a doctor, he does run a Western medicine clinic. He knows that generally, traditional Chinese medicine consultations are much slower than Western medicine because taking the pulse, tongue diagnosis, and syndromic differentiation all take time.

In contrast, Western medicine just requires prescribing a test, and then prescribing medication based on the results.

In comparison, traditional Chinese medicine is undoubtedly slower.

Seeing over a hundred patients a day, working through noon has probably become the norm.

Remembering the phone call with his son not long ago, where Lu Xuan also consulted at other hospitals in the evening, Lu Guoquan felt a bit conflicted.

Being famous is a good thing, but being too well-known isn’t necessarily a good thing.

To wear a crown, one must bear its weight; to hold a rose, one must endure its thorns.

At this moment, Lu Guoquan no longer felt his previous happiness.

He felt proud of his son’s capabilities, even gratified.

After taking the medicine prescribed by Lu Xuan twice, the old man’s illness had improved, the effects were astonishing.

But seeing his son so busy taking care of patients that he didn’t even have time to rest at noon, Lu Guoquan couldn’t feel truly happy.

Lu Xuan looked over at Lu Guoquan, "Dad, I’ll eat later, there are only a few people left. Let everyone else eat first, just save me a portion."

He then turned to Li Feng and the others and said, "Uncle Li, you all go ahead and eat, don’t worry about me."

"You should eat first, it won’t take much time and it won’t get cold," Li Feng advised.

Lu Xuan shook his head, glanced at the microwave in the corner, and said, "There’s a microwave. If it gets cold, I can just heat it for a minute."

Seeing that Lu Xuan insisted, Lu Guoquan opened his mouth but said nothing, instead urging everyone else to eat.

Ji Xiuwen and the others tried to persuade him a couple more times, but Lu Xuan smiled patiently and told them to eat first. Finally, they had no choice but to sit down and start eating.

Meanwhile, Lu Xuan turned back to continue seeing patients.

"Dr. Lu, it’s okay if you eat first. We’re not in a hurry, seeing us later won’t make a difference. And it doesn’t take long to eat, does it? We wouldn’t want you exhausting yourself on our behalf,"

stepped forward a young girl, appearing to be around twenty, slightly younger than Lu Xuan, with a vibrant smile on her face.

Others in line nodded in agreement, saying:

"The young lady’s right, Dr. Lu, go ahead and eat, don’t worry about us."

"Yeah! We’ve all had lunch and came to line up, so there’s no rush."

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The crowd echoed their agreement.

Lu Xuan glanced up, shook his head slightly, "There aren’t many people left, it won’t take long."

With that, he looked at the young girl in front of him and asked, "What’s bothering you?"

The girl, seeing she couldn’t persuade him, said nothing more and thought for a moment before explaining her situation.

About ten days ago, she caught a cold while chopping wood and eating pears, which led to a fever, chills in her legs, and mental fogginess. After getting massages and traditional Chinese medical treatment, she was diagnosed with Cold Pathogenic Disease?

Hearing this, Lu Xuan mentally noted a question mark next to Cold Pathogenic Disease.

If it were merely Cold Pathogenic Disease, it wouldn’t be this severe.

However, Lu Xuan said nothing and planned to listen further.

At this moment, it seemed the girl’s mother had arrived. Upon seeing her, she hurriedly approached, "My little ancestor, how did you run off by yourself?"

"Mom, I’m thinking clearly now, it’s fine," the girl explained.

Her mother scolded, "It’s fine now, but what if it flares up? Where will I find you then? I told you not to run around, and your dad is useless, sleeping instead of watching you. If I hadn’t come back early, we wouldn’t know where you went."

"Come, let’s go back. I’ve discussed with your dad, and we’ll take you to a provincial hospital tomorrow. This can’t go on."

As she spoke, the mother tried to pull the girl away.

But the girl dodged aside, explaining, "Mom, I’m here seeing the doctor, aren’t I? Dr. Lu is very skilled, let him try first. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go with you to the provincial hospital, okay?"

Only then did the mother notice Lu Xuan sitting nearby. Seeing that he was only in his twenties, her expression stiffened, and she felt he wasn’t very capable. But for now, she couldn’t say anything offensive, so she agreed.

"You can see the doctor, but sit here, I’ll explain,"

The girl resignedly gave up her seat.

The girl’s mother smiled as she approached Lu Xuan, saying, "Doctor, since catching a cold last time, my daughter has seen several doctors but hasn’t recovered. Hospital tests show nothing, and during flare-ups, she can’t speak, can’t eat, and has become increasingly irritable, with a tendency to tear things apart.

This illness is worsening day by day.