Lu Xuan greeted the others briefly and didn't engage in much conversation.

Even though Wang Youqing made the introductions, not having met face-to-face, it felt much like interacting with online acquaintances. Everyone was unfamiliar with one another and lacked understanding, so naturally, there wasn't much to discuss.

Adding friends today was more about leaving an impression, so in the future, if any issues arise, they can contact each other directly without needing Wang Youqing as a middleman.

This was likely the main reason for adding friends today.

The next day, Zhou Qihua contacted Lu Xuan again in the morning, possibly to invite him for a meal, but Lu Xuan declined politely, citing the need to study over the weekend.

Still, he felt flattered.

The department head of City First Hospital personally calling to invite him for a meal was a privilege that not many in Yong City's medical system would have.

After all, he was just an ordinary person, and he hadn't had the ability of Heart's Voice for long. It was hard to adjust his mindset in such a short time.

As for the refusal, Lu Xuan had his own thoughts and plans. He was very clear that what he needed most at the moment was to learn and improve his skills, rather than engaging in social pleasantries.

Heart's Voice to him was just a support system, one that might disappear suddenly without warning.

What he needed to do now was to turn this support system into his own skills before it vanished—that was most important.

Zhou Qihua, who had risen from being a medical student to the head of the emergency department, was perceptive enough to read between Lu Xuan's lines. Though he felt a twinge of regret, he also had a sense of admiration.

Being able to achieve such a high level of knowledge in Traditional Chinese Medicine at such a young age was no accident.

Putting aside talent, achieving such expertise at this age, comparable or even superior to many veteran doctors, spoke volumes.

But the crucial factor was attitude.

Staying humble in success, maintaining a low profile, and working diligently!

For a young person of about twenty-five or twenty-six, these were indeed rare qualities.

Zhou Qihua had to admit, among the young people he had encountered, Lu Xuan ranked at the top in both talent and industriousness, without a doubt.

Thus, Zhou Qihua decided to put off inviting Lu Xuan for a meal.

But he wasn't really in a hurry. Despite Lu Xuan's exceptional capabilities, he was still young and didn't qualify for the Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor examination yet. It wasn't likely he would leave Yong City anytime soon.

Frankly speaking, from practicing physician to Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor, even if Lu Xuan graduated with a master's degree, he would have to work for two years before he could take the exam, and that's only if he passed on the first try.

If he didn't pass on the first attempt, reaching the position of a specialist would take even longer.

Of course, with Lu Xuan's skills, exams wouldn't be a problem.

Yet, even so, he still had to endure what lay ahead.

The rules wouldn't change just because you're exceptional.

Unless you become the person who can change the rules.

But there aren't many such people, even across the nation.

With this thought, Zhou Qihua naturally decided not to insist.

Let things happen as they may.

However, before hanging up, Zhou Qihua did mention the matter of the Flying Knife.

This, he wasn't joking about.

If Lu Xuan could cure Zhang Song's brucellosis-induced heart failure, he believed Lu Xuan shouldn't lack confidence in handling other tricky conditions.

Not that City First Hospital never faced dilemmas.

When absolutely stuck, reaching out to Lu Xuan could be worth it; perhaps a Traditional Chinese Medicine perspective might actually find a solution.

The mortality rate at City First Hospital would decrease, and Lu Xuan's reputation would rise with each successful Flying Knife—beneficial for both, so why not?

Lu Xuan readily agreed.

As long as Zhou Qihua dared to invite him for a Flying Knife, he had nothing to fear.

With Heart's Voice, he had this kind of confidence.

Over the weekend, while at home, Lu Xuan wasn't idle; with the help of Heart's Voice, he crammed on the topics of external climatic factors and internal pathogenic factors.

Monday.

Regular workday.

After grabbing a bite downstairs, Lu Xuan boarded the bus heading to the Health Center.

During the morning rush hour, the bus was virtually packed with people.

Not just office workers but even more elderly folks carrying shopping baskets.

They took joy in traveling further to find cheaper groceries.

Looking around, nearly all seats were occupied by such elderly folks, and office workers like Lu Xuan mostly had to stand.

Even if a seat was available, in a modern and harmonious city like Yong City, one would still politely offer their seat to the elderly, weak, or disabled, even when tired.

The bus stopped at a big station, with some passengers disembarking, but even more boarding the crowded bus.

Elderly folks who normally struggled to walk were no longer as delicate as Lin Daiyu when it came to scrambling for seats; they were more like the fiercely determined Fang Shiyu.

In a battle for seats, few could match them.

After the driver politely reminded everyone to hold on, he resumed the journey.

Standing by the door of the bus, Lu Xuan, with nothing else to do, put on his Bluetooth earphones to listen to the latest popular songs, isolating himself from the surroundings.

After traveling a smooth distance, a commotion suddenly broke out at the front of the bus.

A fifty-year-old woman, Li Yuanyuan, who had been enthusiastically chatting with a girl next to her, suddenly felt dizzy and her vision went dark, collapsing toward the crowd.

"Don't push!"

Several people she leaned on frowned and turned around to complain, but as they made room, Li Yuanyuan fell straight to the floor.

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