Lu Beiyuan was somewhat uneasy, mainly fearing that Han Yuanjia might say something that would upset her.
"Can I speak to him?"
"No." Su Nanxing shook her head, "I don't trust him. I'll talk to him myself."
"Nanxing, if he says something inappropriate, don't take it to heart."
Seeing Su Nanxing nod, Lu Beiyuan finally dialed Han Yuanjia's number.
Han Yuanjia had been quite depressed lately.
He hadn't had much confidence in Su Nanxing before, who looked like a high school student, young and presumably without any profound medical skills.
After all, in the medical profession, especially in traditional Chinese medicine, more age usually means more experience.
He had consulted several well-known traditional Chinese doctors for pulse diagnosis, and the results were similar, advising him to rest more and avoid overexertion.
None said anything was wrong with his kidneys or lungs.
All the necessary tests had also been conducted in the hospital.
