They came full of worry and left happily.

This might be the current situation for patients coming to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.

Old patients generally have a better mindset, especially after taking the medicine prescribed by Lu Xuan. They can clearly feel their health improving step by step, naturally feeling confident in fighting the illness and fully trusting Lu Xuan's medical skills without a trace of doubt.

As for the new patients, especially those introduced by others or who heard somewhere that there's a highly skilled Chinese medicine doctor at the Qiu City Health Center, they mostly hold a try-it-and-see attitude. Or, like Wang Suyan, they think they might as well try it since there's no harm. If it works, great; if not, that's fine too.

However, the vast majority of patients leave the Traditional Chinese Medicine consultation room with smiles on their faces.

Lu Xuan gave them hope.

This is what matters most.

But there are also some patients who are not very willing to come, without any hope remaining, brought by their families because they had no other choice.

The examination hall.

Bao Yixia glanced at the nearly full hall, stood up, and pulled her daughter to a corner on the second floor.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"We barely found a spot, and as soon as we leave, others will take it. Plus, our number is quite late, it'll take at least another hour to reach us. I can manage standing, but how can you endure it!"

Bao Yixia's daughter, Zhang Runping, who is in her early thirties, was dragged suddenly to a corner by her mother, causing their spot to be taken by others, prompting her to complain.

After thinking deeply, Bao Yixia gritted her teeth and said, "Runping, I don't want to see the doctor anymore. Why don't you cancel the number, and we go back?"

Zhang Runping finally understood why her mom pulled her over here—it was because she wanted to back out. She firmly shook her head, "We've come this far, how can we just leave without seeing the doctor? Mom, you know how hard it was for me to get this appointment. If we miss it, it'll be even harder to get another one. If you don't see the doctor, all my previous efforts would be in vain."

"Runping, you know, my illness isn't getting any better. How many doctors have we seen already? I've gone to hospitals so often that I can't even remember how many times. I've had so many blood samples taken."

Talking about her chronic illness made Bao Yixia's desire not to see the doctor even stronger, "But after taking so much medicine, has there been any improvement?

Besides, I'm almost sixty. Whether I see a doctor or not doesn't matter. I'm very satisfied with getting to this age. Moreover, I know my condition; how many more years can I hold on, if I can watch my granddaughter grow up, see her enter elementary school or even high school, what else could I ask for?"

"But you can't just give up like that!"

Zhang Runping didn't agree with her mother at all, "Moreover, in the past, living to sixty was considered quite old. But now it's different—conditions have improved, most people can live to seventy or eighty, and some even to ninety or a hundred. It's not like you're anywhere near that yet!

Plus, Xiaoxin loves you so much, wouldn't you feel bad leaving Xiaoxin without a grandma?"

When her granddaughter was mentioned, Bao Yixia fell silent.

But the sudden dizziness she felt reinforced her decision, "Runping, you see, my condition is getting worse; my memory is deteriorating. I feel that, before long, I might not even recognize you and Xiaoxin.

We've seen so many doctors; if it could have been cured, it would have been already. It wouldn't wait till now."

Zhang Runping tried to persuade her mom, "Mom, this time is different. I've heard Dr. Lu is amazing; he cured many difficult illnesses. There are people who were half-dead and Dr. Lu was able to heal them.

Even those critically ill whom big hospitals gave up on could be snatched back from King Yama by him; can't your illness be treated?

Besides, we're already here, I won't give up just like that!

Even if you really don't want to seek treatment, let's at least wait until Dr. Lu says there's nothing he can do, okay?"

Bao Yixia wasn't convinced, "It can't be that miraculous. When you first mentioned Dr. Lu, I asked around—he's only in his twenties. Which highly skilled Chinese doctor isn't in their fifties or sixties?

Moreover, you have brought me to see Chinese doctors before, and they didn't cure me either?"

Seeing that nothing she said convinced her mom, Zhang Runping felt helpless, and was about to say more when Bao Yixia suddenly became agitated, "Stop it, I won't see the doctor anyway. If you don't cancel the appointment, fine, I'll go home myself."

Bao Yixia shook off Zhang Runping's hand.

Bao Yixia's sudden anger caught Zhang Runping off guard.

Over the years, because of her illness, Bao Yixia's temperament had become increasingly irritable; even small inconveniences would spark her anger, worsening her condition further.

Therefore, at home, Zhang Runping had always tried to accommodate Bao Yixia as much as possible. She even brought her mom to live with her so she could see her granddaughter every day and enjoy family happiness.

Yet, despite all that, Bao Yixia's temper continued to worsen with her illness.

There were even times she got mad at Xiaoxin, scaring her granddaughter to the point she cried for days and didn't dare play with her grandma.

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