"Mister, it's you!"
Zhou Hangyong couldn't believe that Lu Xuan, who had checked his pulse before he got off the car last night, would appear at the Ninth Hospital. And judging by the look of things, he seemed to be the Chinese medicine expert Ye Xiang had mentioned.
For a moment, Zhou Hangyong found it hard to accept.
"Master, it's really you!"
Although he had already suspected, seeing Zhou Hangyong at this moment, Lu Xuan could only give a wry smile.
"This morning, I heard from people near the apartment that someone had a stroke last night and was taken away by an ambulance. I was just thinking, could it be you, Master? Then today, at the Ninth Hospital, while treating others with acupuncture, I heard Director Ye mention that a stroke patient was admitted last night. I was thinking, could it be the ride-hailing driver? I didn't expect it to really be you."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Ye Xiang was slightly confused: "What, Dr. Lu, you know each other?"
