"It's not that we were worried for nothing. It's our first time, and we all want to do our best. We were just overthinking it."

After hearing Li Chu's words, Ding Qiunan struggled to sit up from his arms.

"I'll give the cotton and cloth coupons to my sister tomorrow morning and ask her to help me buy cotton, quilt linings, and quilt covers."

"I have no objection. Didn't you all just discuss it?"

"Oh right, and the bed sheets too."

Seeing his wife start counting on her fingers again, Li Chu reached out and pulled her to lie down on the bed.

"Don't worry about it. Didn't my sister write it all down in a notebook? Just get her the tickets and money tomorrow morning."

This time, Ding Qiunan did not sit up again, but obediently lay in her husband's arms.

“My sister doesn’t want money. She said she just wants the tickets and she’ll pay for them herself. Consider it a gift from her to her nephew.”

"That's okay too."

"Li Chu, do you think Yueyue is pregnant yet? They still seem like children, how can they be getting married already?"

Her question left Li Chu speechless.

Your thinking is so unpredictable! What were you saying in the previous sentence? How did you end up here in the next sentence?

Ding Qiunan knew she was asking a pointless question, but she just couldn't sleep and wanted to say something.

Listening to his wife's incessant nagging in his ear, Li Chu finally lost his patience and rolled over...

The dogs that had already gone to sleep under the eaves because of the heat all twitched their ears in unison before quickly drooping them back down.

These dogs must be really regretting how good their ears are right now.

...

The next day, as soon as Li Chu entered the office, Zhao Zhijun followed him in.

A week ago, he had already taken up the post of Li Chu's full-time assistant.

"Sir, Director Yang came by yesterday afternoon, but he left after hearing you were on vacation. He didn't say anything about it. Also, there's something else..."

Zhao Zhijun gave a brief account of what happened yesterday.

With this assistant, Li Chu no longer had to worry about missing anything, even when he wasn't at the hospital.

"Ring ring..."

Zhao Zhijun, who was waiting to see if his boss had any further instructions, noticed that the red phone on his desk was ringing, so he quickly left.

After he closed the office door, Li Chu answered the phone.

"Hello, I'm Li Chu!"

...

"Uncle Chen!"

...

"I'll go to Elder Mu's ward for a quick look around. If there's nothing else there, I'll be free later."

...

"Okay, Uncle Shen, I'll head over around noon."

...

After hanging up the phone, Li Chu sat in his chair and pondered for a while before standing up, taking his white coat off the hook on the wall, putting it on, and leaving the office.

Zhao Zhijun sat in the office next door and watched his leader walk by, but did not follow him out.

He knew where the leader was going—that three-story building—and that he, as the assistant, wasn't qualified to go there.

As soon as Li Chu reached the bottom of the special needs building, he saw Director Yang rushing down from upstairs.

"Dean Li, I was just about to come and find you."

"Director Yang, is there something you need? I heard from my assistant that you came here yesterday afternoon."

"There is something, but it's good news. Let's go to the small conference room to talk."

After saying that, he turned and walked upstairs, and Li Chu had no choice but to follow him.

In the small conference room on the third floor, after closing the door, Director Yang took out a large stack of test reports from his bag.

"Dean Li, the test results came out one after another yesterday afternoon. Well, compared to ten days ago, Old Mu's various physical functions are steadily recovering, especially his lungs."

As he spoke, he placed the test reports on the table.

Li Chu didn't move at all, he just turned his head and glanced at it.

"So? Director Yang, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"I... what I wanted to say is that Old Master Mu's health is improving."

"I know!"

"Um... Dean Li, won't you take a look at these lab reports?"

"I practice traditional Chinese medicine, why would I need to look at these things?"

"If you don't want to look at these, why did you have Old Mu do these tests?" Director Yang asked, bewildered.

"These are for you to see. Without these test reports, you wouldn't believe me even if I said Old Mu's health was improving!"

...

Director Yang suddenly felt very tired.

I must be being looked down upon.

Well, at that moment he made up his mind to go back and find some books on traditional Chinese medicine to read.

Yeah, especially those books that guy compiled.

I heard that his son is learning from him, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will definitely join the health care team in the future.

He didn't want to be looked down upon by Li Chu now, and then by his son a few years later.

If that were to happen, he estimated he might explode on the spot.

"Director Yang, is Old Mu sleeping or awake now?"

"She's asleep. I just got here too. The doctor on duty said she took her medicine and had a bowl of porridge when she woke up this morning, and she just fell asleep for a little while."

"Since you're asleep, I won't go over. I have something to do and need to go out later. I'll come back this afternoon."

Seeing that Li Chu was about to leave, Director Yang hurriedly said, "Dean Li, please wait a moment."

"Director Yang, is there something else you need to discuss? Please tell me."

"It's like this, Dean Li, the other day when you were discussing Elder Mu's condition, you mentioned that phlegm-heat disease..."

"Deceiving Emperor Kangxi"

"Director Yang, are you referring to the tremor disease caused by phlegm-heat obstruction and internal wind-wood movement?"

"Oh yeah, that's it! Is what you're talking about the same as Parkinson's disease?"

"Director Yang, the Parkinson's disease you mentioned is the Western medical term, while the original name of this disease is Tremor Paralysis, which is a neurological disease in middle-aged and elderly people. It is similar to the tremor disease in our traditional Chinese medicine and both belong to the tremor syndrome."

The name you just mentioned is just one of them, a kind of fractal.

"You mean these two are considered the same disease?"

"You can think that way if you want." Li Chu was too lazy to explain to him anymore.

His words gave Director Yang a headache, but he still continued to ask.

"Dean Li, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, can this tremor be cured?"

"It's difficult. I can only try my best to maintain it. As for a complete cure, I don't have that ability."

Director Yang completely ignored his next statement.

"Dean Li, what state do you mean by 'maintain'?"

“For example, Elder Mu’s current physical condition is like this…” Li Chu said, while imitating it with his hands.

"After treatment, this is the best condition we can achieve..."

"Wow, that's amazing!" Director Yang exclaimed sincerely, watching the movements Li Chu was making.

"This is only the ideal situation."

"Dean Li, could I trouble you with something?"

"you say!"

"My father-in-law has Parkinson's disease. Could you help him get treatment?"