Du Heng was quite happy.
He found that sometimes, maintaining a little silence actually produced better results than trying too hard or forcing the issue.
Perhaps this was the 'depth of mind' Wu Shengnan's father had told him about, but he also understood that his own 'depth of mind' wasn't profound enough, and his experience was still shallow.
But leveraging the situation was indeed much easier than striving independently.
Now, all he needed to do was chat happily with the elderly men and women in the consultation room and record their information.
"Uncle, you've recovered quite well overall, but I can't help but ask, do you have a bit of a drinking habit?"
"Yeah, I have a small cup with every meal, not much, just three qian."
Du Heng smiled at the old man and said kindly, "Never mind three qian, even a single lick isn't acceptable."
