Zhang Runping sometimes felt helpless. She couldn’t ignore Bao Yixia, but things couldn’t go on like this either. Eventually, upon hearing from a friend about the renowned skills of Dr. Lu at the Qiu City Health Center’s Traditional Chinese Medicine department, she decided to try her luck at securing an appointment online.

While trying to book an appointment, she also inquired about Dr. Lu’s reputation.

After learning about Lu Xuan’s achievements, Zhang Runping, who initially only intended to give it a try, regarded Lu Xuan as her only hope.

However, at this moment, Bao Yixia’s temper flared up. Zhang Runping dared not say much for fear of provoking Bao Yixia further, yet she was unwilling to surrender the appointment.

After some thought, Zhang Runping, gritting her teeth, brought Bao Yixia to the nearby hall: “Mom, you don’t believe me, right? Fine, maybe you think I’m deceiving you, but all these people here are also here to see Dr. Lu. Some are new like us, and others have seen Dr. Lu before. Surely they wouldn’t deceive you.”

While holding on to Bao Yixia and stopping her from leaving, Zhang Runping addressed the crowd: “Everyone, I know you’re all here because you believe in Dr. Lu’s medical skills. This is my first time bringing my mom here, but she doesn’t believe me. Could you all help me persuade her?

My mom is still young, not even sixty yet, and I can’t bear to see her leave me like this. Thank you all.”

After speaking, Zhang Runping bowed deeply to everyone.

“Runping…”

Initially furious, Bao Yixia was about to erupt but stopped when she saw her daughter going to such lengths, especially when she caught sight of her daughter Zhang Runping’s slightly reddened eyes. The anger in her heart inexplicably subsided by more than half. She gazed at her daughter, lost for words.

At this moment, everyone who heard Zhang Runping’s words turned to look over, and the examination hall fell into an alarming silence.

Until they saw Zhang Runping still bowed, a woman about Bao Yixia’s age stood up to comfort her: “Big sister, I don’t know if I’m older or younger than you. I’ll just assume you’re older and call you big sister. You really should listen to your daughter. She’s doing this for your own good!

You might have given up hope, but shouldn’t you think about your daughter too?

Though I don’t know what illness you’re suffering from, your daughter is right. Dr. Lu’s medical skills are indeed impressive. I came here last week, and I had given up before, but after a week of medication, I felt much better. That’s why I’m here again to see Dr. Lu.”

“Yes, big sister! Don’t be deceived by Dr. Lu’s young age; he’s really skilled. Unlike other doctors, he explains everything clearly, even when prescribing medications.”

“I used to always see Western medicine for my illness, but I never improved. So I tried Dr. Lu out of desperation. After seeing him, I almost gave up, intending to return the appointment. But others convinced me to stay, and now I’m so glad I listened. Who knows how much longer I’d be around otherwise.”

“Big sister, don’t give up just because you’ve been to countless hospitals, seen countless doctors, and taken numerous medications with no improvement. Let me tell you, Dr. Lu is different. He explains everything clearly, meticulously writing down everything on the medical records. Contrast this with Western doctors, where the medical records are just for show. You see a doctor, leave with a bunch of prescriptions, and not a word on the medical record.”

“Auntie, I am a severe diabetic. Frankly, I’d lost hope long ago. But believe it or not, after just one week of his medication, my sugar levels reduced significantly. Dr. Lu is truly skilled. Don’t judge him by his appearance. Young age doesn’t mean incompetence.”

“Not every Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor has to be old and gray-haired. In my view, Dr. Lu is even better than many older doctors. Your daughter brought you to him, and she made the right choice.”

“Exactly! Even if you really don’t want to continue treatment, at least see Dr. Lu before deciding. If Dr. Lu thinks it’s hopeless, then it won’t be too late to give up.”

“Auntie, come sit here. I saw you leave and saved the seat for you. Just sit and wait comfortably until you’re called. Dr. Lu’s very capable.”

“If you don’t believe me, ask the laboratory doctors. They all know.”

At this moment, Wang Youqing couldn’t help but look up, his gaze falling on Bao Yixia’s face, which showed little expression.

He hadn’t wanted to say anything.

He’d heard everything people said to persuade Bao Yixia. While it was fine for patients to talk, as a staff member, he felt he shouldn’t boast about his own workplace.

However, someone mentioned them, and with Bao Yixia looking his way, he realized he could no longer remain silent. So he put down his work and said thoughtfully:

“Dr. Lu does appear very young. When he first joined the health center, many doubted his abilities. After all, what can someone who recently graduated know?

That’s probably what everyone thought. But speaking as a doctor from the health center, I must say fairly that, in Traditional Chinese Medicine, Dr. Lu is the most skilled practitioner I’ve seen. As for proof, I think your daughter probably knows this, or she wouldn’t have brought you here.”

“Look, even Dr. Wang is saying this.”

“No matter what, just give it a try.”

…

One by one, people continued persuading, and Bao Yixia unusually fell silent.

She wasn’t foolish. Even though her daughter Zhang Runping might have deceived her for her peace of mind, it was unlikely all these people were in on it too.

Moreover, she could see a unique emotion in these people’s eyes.

A confidence, a faith in the doctor.

It felt as though, no matter the illness—even a terminal one—coming here offered a ray of hope.

She had never encountered anything like this before and instinctively chose to believe everyone, to believe what they said.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bao Yixia turned to her daughter Zhang Runping and said, “Runping, I’ll listen to you. Let’s continue with the treatment.”

“Mom, that’s wonderful.”

Zhang Runping was moved to tears: “We’ll have Dr. Lu take a look at you in a moment. He will surely cure you. You heard what everyone said—he’s truly incredible, and he will cure you.”

“Yes.” Bao Yixia, for once, nodded confidently, a hint of determination on her face.

It will work out.

“Big sister, come sit over here with us. We’ll keep you company.” A mid-50s-looking woman rose and gestured for her son to give up his seat for Bao Yixia.

Bao Yixia hesitated for a moment, then walked over and began chatting with her newfound companion.

Even though they had just met and barely exchanged introductions, they talked like old friends, touching on all sorts of topics from north to south.

Occasionally, low laughter could be heard from the two elderly ladies.

Zhang Runping, observing this, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

For now, she had managed to settle her stubborn mother.

Still, even so, a shadow lingered over Zhang Runping’s heart.

While everyone said Dr. Lu was amazing, her mother Bao Yixia’s condition was rare. Despite seeing so many doctors, who weren’t all incompetent, none could cure her. Even for Dr. Lu, regarded as a medical genius by many, it could still be hard to guarantee a cure.

It’s not that she doubted Lu Xuan’s skills; seeing so many hospitals and doctors, taking so much medication inevitably left some concerns.

The afternoon flew by, and soon Bao Yixia’s name was called over the speaker.

Before she got up, the woman who’d been chatting with her squeezed her hand and said, “Big sister, believe in Dr. Lu.”

“Yes.”

Bao Yixia nodded earnestly, then, with the support of Zhang Runping, walked into the Traditional Chinese Medicine department’s consultation room.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep