Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
At the door.
Xu Wenzhi was holding a No. 17 registration slip, hesitating endlessly.
He kept pacing back and forth at the door, occasionally leaning closer to the consultation room to listen in.
Realizing that the voices inside were so low he couldn't make out anything, he reluctantly sat down on one of the seats nearby.
But at the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he couldn't hear anything, at least when he went in, there was no need to worry about others overhearing, which was somewhat comforting.
Time passed by slowly, and Xu Wenzhi felt like every moment was an eternity until the door of the consultation room abruptly opened, and the forty-year-old Li Qianghui came out holding a bag of medicine.
Hearing the noise, Xu Wenzhi was startled for a moment. Seeing Li Qianghui come out, he hurried over and whispered, "Brother, how are you?"
Li Qianghui looked puzzled, thinking, Do I know you?
