After a day of seeing patients at the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the consultation room was still bustling.
Many people had heard that he was holding consultations here.
They came in droves.
Li Xu saw all sorts of patients, including a fair number of tumor patients who had come seeking him out by reputation.
For these patients who had been given a "death sentence" by Western medicine, Li Xu mostly used conservative treatments to strengthen their core and cultivate their qi, doing his best to activate their innate vitality and give them a glimmer of hope amidst their suffering.
For many conditions, the system provided no information.
All he could do was his best.
The next day, he was seeing patients at his own clinic.
Another crowd had gathered outside the door.
Li Xu saw his patients in an orderly fashion.
After a while, it was a mother and son's turn.
The mother was in her thirties, dressed plainly, with a somewhat haggard look on her face.
