That evening, Ding Qiunan was laughing heartily as she held the painting that Angel's youngest son had drawn.

"Dad Chu, why is this person so strange? Why is he wearing blue clothes and a red cape, and... and..."

Wang Yueyue also leaned close to her mother-in-law to look at the painting. She didn't say the rest of the question because she was too embarrassed to ask. She would probably ask her husband when she got home and was lying in bed that night.

"This character is actually the protagonist of a comic book in their country, called Superman. After he puts on this suit, he will have superpowers and do things like punishing evil and promoting good, and eliminating violence and maintaining peace."

"Huh? Shouldn't that be the job of the police?"

"There will always be many people who take advantage of legal loopholes to escape punishment. The purpose of Superman's existence is to punish those people, and the world in the comics is a fictional world."

The people looking at the painting nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Ding Qiunan waved the painting in her hand: "How dare you accept this gift?"

"It's just a child's drawing, it's not worth much. If I don't accept it, it would be too heartless of me."

"A five-year-old child is already thinking about learning Chinese characters to write your name. Your female patient has done a good job teaching her child."

As she spoke, Ding Qiunan handed the painting to Wenxuan: "Put this in your father's study. This is the first thing he received from a patient in his thirty years of medical practice, and it was from a foreign child. It's very meaningful. Get it framed and put in later. I think this painting is much more meaningful than those banners or thank-you letters."

After hearing his wife's words, Li Chu just smiled and didn't say anything.

Over the years, while working at the hospital, many patients who came for follow-up visits would bring him local specialties. He wouldn't refuse them outright, but he would always pay about the same amount of money, essentially buying them for himself.

Aside from the normal consultation and medication fees paid by the patient, he didn't want them to spend a single extra penny. Getting sick is already a painful thing, and as a doctor, isn't it his duty to treat patients and relieve their suffering?

Besides, the government paid him such a high salary, so he felt he had no reason to take other people's things for free.

As for the banners and thank-you letters that Ding Qiunan mentioned earlier, he didn't know how many he had received, but he had never posted any of them.

...

The next morning, to Li Chu's surprise, George arrived at 8:00 AM, just as he started his workday.

In his fifties, he was thin and his complexion was not good due to illness, but his imposing presence remained undiminished despite his long-standing high position.

Her manners were graceful and appropriate, without any sense of arrogance.

George, on the other hand, felt it much more strongly.

He now understood why Sarah had said yesterday that seeing this person would unconsciously calm her down.

He was feeling a little uneasy at first, but seeing Li Chu's gentle smile and his comfortable tone of voice, which he couldn't understand, calmed him down.

"Dr. Li," George said, then took a thick stack of test reports from his secretary behind him and placed them on the table.

"These are a series of inspection reports I have from our country."

“Mr. George, didn’t Sarah tell you? We Chinese medicine practitioners don’t treat this.”

"Yes, I've heard that, but I've noticed that Chinese medicine doctors in our area seem to order these tests for their patients."

"You're right. So if I told you that if a traditional Chinese medicine doctor makes patients undergo these tests before seeing them, it means that his skills are not up to par and he's worried about making a wrong diagnosis, would you think I'm being a bit arrogant?"

"No, truly capable people don't care about what others think, because in their eyes, other people's opinions are just fleeting clouds."

At this point, George breathed a sigh of relief, because the traditional Chinese medicine doctor he brought with him had told him that a good traditional Chinese medicine doctor would never look at Western medical examination reports; he would only trust his own hands and eyes, as well as the things asked on the spot.

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of these words, he remembered the phrase "don't look at Western medical examination reports".

"Thank you! So, Mr. George, shall we begin?"

"Of course, what do I need to do?"

"You can put your hand here," Li Chu said, pointing to the pulse pillow on the table.

There were quite a few people accompanying George today, but they were all from China, such as those from the foreign affairs department, the business department, and the headquarters' external liaison office.

George only brought a secretary, a translator, and one embassy staff member with him.

He accepted David's advice and did not bring anyone else.

Apart from the staff from the headquarters' external liaison office who went into the consultation room, the other people from the foreign affairs and business departments all sat obediently on the long benches outside the consultation room, and didn't say anything about going in to take a look.

They couldn't afford to offend the person sitting inside; the leader had personally given them instructions before they came, so they behaved themselves when they arrived at someone else's place.

Therefore, they all consciously sat down by the door, making sure not to cause any trouble for others.

As for Liu Dazhuang, he was standing properly in a corner of the consultation room, his eyes constantly darting between the three foreigners besides George.

Li Wenxuan and the other two stood obediently against the wall. They couldn't handle this patient today, as their teacher had told them beforehand.

No matter what, he is the CEO of a multinational corporation, so we should give him the respect he deserves. Besides, he's here to give us money. If we have to let the students do it first, then it's really disrespectful.

After taking his pulse, Li Chu asked for some more details before making his own judgment.

The cause of his illness is different from Angel's. His illness is caused by spleen and kidney deficiency. Rich people still know how to have fun, but he still got himself into trouble. His kidneys were not just weak.

Goodness, if he were to take sildenafil, he probably wouldn't need to see a doctor anymore; he could just buy himself a burial plot and a funeral shroud.

Um?

Sildenafil? Viagra? The little blue pill?

This thing probably doesn't exist yet, right?

In his memory, Pfizer didn't launch this drug until the mid-to-late 1990s, and he didn't know when they started researching it. It seemed to be a byproduct of some heart disease drug.

No, no, Li Chu quickly banished these chaotic thoughts from his mind. He could think about that matter later when he was done with his other tasks. Getting rid of this person in front of him was the most important thing.

(Announcement: Dear readers, this is the second update for today. The next chapter will be released at 5 PM. Thank you for your support and encouragement.)