Lu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Xiuwen didn't suspect anything, so he didn't need to explain anything further.

Although Ji Xiuwen wasn't as familiar with Lu Xuan's upbringing as his own parents, when it came to the years spent at Zhijiang University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, as longtime classmates and roommates, Ji Xiuwen clearly knew Lu Xuan well.

If it weren't for this, the two wouldn't have continued exchanging after graduation.

They even thought of each other when there were benefits to share.

From a personal standpoint, Lu Xuan actually didn't want to brush it off like this, but he had no choice; otherwise, the matter regarding Heart's Voice was really hard to explain.

If he were to tell the truth, Ji Xiuwen probably wouldn't believe it.

Just like earlier, when Lu Xuan said he had some kind of cheat, Ji Xiuwen not only didn't believe him, but his speechless expression also made that clear.

Talking about having a cheat was one thing, let alone mentioning the miraculous ability of Heart's Voice.

If Lu Xuan were to say he could hear the heart's voice of traditional Chinese medicine, Ji Xiuwen not only wouldn't believe it, but would probably also think he had gone mad for saying such a thing.

"Lu Xuan, although I don't know what's happened to you recently, as a friend, I'm happy for you."

After he finished, Ji Xiuwen gave Lu Xuan a thumbs-up: "With the speed you're progressing now, I wouldn't be surprised if you end up at the city's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in a few years. Even those major hospitals in the province might come to our Health Center to recruit talent."

Ji Xiuwen wasn't exaggerating at all.

The more developed a city is, the better the healthcare conditions are. Why?

It's not just about the equipment; it's more about the people.

Big city hospitals are filled with talents and renowned doctors.

But how many famous doctors can be found in township or county-level hospitals?

In fact, township and county-level hospitals have, on occasion, nurtured doctors with extraordinary skills, but it's pointless. Any doctor with a bit of skill in a particular field would eventually be poached by big city hospitals with various offers.

Higher salaries, better benefits, promotions, and even housing arrangements—under such an onslaught, how many doctors could resist?

To put it bluntly, even if they're not considering it for themselves, they must think about the next generation or even the generation after that.

In big cities, virtually every aspect can't be compared to smaller cities. Even when it comes to education, some urban kids might be born already at the finishing line of others, a point they might not reach in their lifetime.

Small hospitals can't retain talents. Even if their medical equipment is on par with large hospitals, it's still difficult to develop and grow significantly.

"The major hospitals in the province..."

Lu Xuan's eyes flickered slightly.

He hadn't ruled out staying at the Health Center. After all, to him, treating patients is the same no matter where he is. Big hospitals or the Health Center, it didn't matter—he was just one person, and wherever he went, he could only treat a very limited number of patients, unable to be everywhere at once.

But staying at the Health Center was almost useless for his dreams.

To promote and elevate traditional Chinese medicine to the mainstream again, staying at the Health Center was definitely not feasible.

Without a certain amount of power or influence in the medical field, making changes is impossible.

And to have influence in the medical field, he must aim higher.

However, now is not the time.

Moreover, Lu Xuan is still very young; no matter how skilled he is, he can't become a consulting physician in those major hospitals with just a licensed practitioner's status.

Rules are rules and won't change because of your excellence.

The only way to change the rules is...

To become a rule-maker.

"It's unfortunate we're still just licensed practitioners; we need over a year to qualify for the attending physician exam. Otherwise, with your current abilities, you'd at least be able to go to the city's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."

Ji Xiuwen looked regretful. As a friend, he hoped Lu Xuan could go further.

However, after saying this, Ji Xiuwen encouraged him: "But it's nothing to regret. A year will pass in the blink of an eye. With so many patients booking your appointments now, staying here to accumulate clinical experience, enhance your skills, and broaden your insights is much better than going directly to a big hospital to be an assistant."

"Actually, that's what I think too."

Lu Xuan replied, the two exchanging a glance and then sharing a knowing smile.

As they spoke, the next patient had already walked in.

Their expressions grew serious as they looked at the patient.

Lu Xuan looked at the man who walked in and gestured, "Have a seat."

The man nodded and sat down heavily, placing his belongings on the table: "Dr. Lu, I had a partial gastrectomy at the beginning of the year, and I've been experiencing stomach pain, especially severe when I take deep breaths or walk. I'd like to ask if traditional Chinese medicine could help with this situation?"

"It can," Lu Xuan nodded.

The man looked delighted.

"Let me check your pulse first."

"Sure, thank you, Dr. Lu."

The man quickly placed his wrist on the cushion for pulse-taking.

Lu Xuan extended three fingers, placed them on the man's wrist, and quietly felt, noting his pulse was deep and moving slowly.

After a while, Lu Xuan withdrew his hand, and the man anxiously asked, "Dr. Lu, what's the situation?"

Lu Xuan smiled and reassured him, then had Ji Xiuwen and Su Kenan also check his pulse. After discussing his understanding, he said seriously, "The stomach and intestines are filled with more energy and blood. Post-surgery pain is often due to deficiency rather than excess.

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