This also piqued Li Chu's interest, and he wanted to see if there was any possibility of curing this type of malignant tumor, which was either the first or second most common type of tumor.

Are you still at work?

"I just finished the medical retirement procedures. I was almost of retirement age and had already retired to the second line of work when I was diagnosed with the disease, so I simply applied for medical retirement."

Li Chu nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "To be honest, I'm not sure about this disease. I mean, I'll give it a try. Even if it can't be cured, it can still prolong your life and reduce your suffering."

He thought Lu's parents would be very disappointed when he said this, after all, they had traveled thousands of kilometers to see a doctor, and then he told them he wasn't sure. Anyone would be disappointed!

But to my surprise, they were actually very delighted.

This is because it's impossible to truly empathize. Only the patient knows how painful this disease is; no one else can understand that feeling.

It's perfectly normal to want to die when you're feeling terrible.

Lu's dad has been relying on painkillers for so long, so it's no wonder he's happy to hear that they can relieve his pain.

"Teacher Li, I really don't care whether I can be cured or not, as long as I can stop suffering so much."

Li Chu was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this. He glanced at Lu's father, whose face was full of seriousness, and then at Lu's mother beside him, before slowly nodding: "Don't worry, I will do my best."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lu Ping and said, "Lu Ping, my classmate."

"Teacher Li, please speak."

"What I mean is that you should rent a place for your parents to stay, because this treatment can't be resolved in a day or two. It will take at least three to six months in the early stages, and it's not good for them to always stay in guesthouses."

Lu Ping hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand, Teacher Li. I'll look for a place to live right away."

"Oh, Pingping, what are you looking for? Just come stay at my place," Wenhui said, patting Luping's arm.

"That won't do. If it goes on for too long, it will disrupt your and Chen Yi's lives."

"It's not where I live now, it's my old house, but I haven't been there in a long time. You'll have to go there in advance to tidy it up, it's probably covered in dust."

Li Wenhui was referring to the house that had been awarded to Li Chu by his superiors earlier. Before they got married, Shen Yi would occasionally stay there when he came back from outside. Now the house was completely vacant, but it was fully furnished and very convenient to move in after a quick cleaning.

"Well... okay then, thank you Wenhui, but you have to keep the rent."

"We'll talk about the rent later. I'll take you there after get off work this afternoon, and then you can clean up. Don't expect me to do that; I'm too lazy to do anything."

"Okay, I got it."

Hearing that their daughter had settled the rental issue in just a few words, Mr. and Mrs. Lu exchanged a glance. Mr. Lu was about to say something when Li Chu said with a smile, "At home, you rely on your parents; when you're away from home, you rely on your friends. You can stay here for now. Wenhui's house is indeed just sitting there empty and useless."

After thinking for a moment, Lu's father looked at Li Wenhui and said, "Wenhui, thank you in advance."

"Don't mention it, Uncle Lu. Pingping and I are good friends."

...

After leaving the consultation room, Zhao Zhijun ran into a surgeon he was on good terms with as soon as he stepped out of the outpatient building. The two chatted for a while before he headed toward the administration building.

He walked to the door of the small conference room on the second floor, and was about to push it open when he heard a conversation coming from inside.

"Dean, who exactly is this Director Li? He's gone too far. He hasn't shown his face for so long. He's really putting on airs."

"Who knows what kind of director he is? Anyway, it's not the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department. We're not in the military, so we don't know anything about that rank."

"I suspect it's just a nominal position. Maybe he had nowhere else to go, so he took it for granted."

"Section Chief Wang, say less. We're on their turf, after all."

"Understood, Dean."

Zhao Zhijun, standing at the door, listened to the conversation inside with a frown. He didn't rush in, but stood in the corridor for a while before pushing open the door and going in.

"Dean Zhang, I'm so sorry, but our director has two urgent consultations, and it won't be until noon at the earliest. What do you think..."

The three people from the museum never expected this after waiting for so long. Although they were annoyed, there was nothing they could do but say that they would come back another day.

They had only been gone a few minutes when Li Chu appeared at the door of the small conference room. When he saw that no one was inside, he was slightly taken aback, then turned around and walked to the door of Zhao Zhijun's office.

"Zhijun, where is the person from that museum who was looking for me?"

"Director, I just let them go first." Zhao Zhijun didn't say anything more.

Li Chu, who knew his assistant very well, simply nodded and said, "Okay, if they come again in the future, just tell them I'm not here."

After saying that, he didn't go into his office, but went straight to the stairwell, preparing to go back to the outpatient clinic to see patients.

People who really need to see him have his pager number; they certainly wouldn't just show up at his door without even calling his office.

...

Li Chu looked at the middle-aged man sitting across from her desk, muttering to himself, and leaned back in her chair with a sense of helplessness.

He never imagined that he would run into Trump.

He simply asked the other person what symptoms they had, and the person practically recited the entire book of internal medicine to him.

Seeing the man's glasses, which were so thick you could see circles around them, Li Chu really didn't want to waste any more time arguing with him, so he coughed and interrupted him.

"Comrade, I just want to know what symptoms you have and where you feel unwell. You don't need to recite a textbook for me here. Besides, that's a textbook for Western medicine students. It's not quite right for a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to recite that to me. Or did you register for the wrong department? You should have registered for internal medicine. Otherwise, I'll return your registration slip to you and you can go to the registration desk to exchange it."

Standing to the side, Nurse Xiao Zhou struggled to suppress her laughter. She couldn't understand why she had called in such a bizarre patient.

"Uh...that's right, I registered at the Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic." The middle-aged man wearing a beer bottle bottom paused for a moment.

"Then why are you reciting internal medicine to me when I ask you where you feel unwell?"

"I...I...I just want to tell you that I understand these things too, and I hope you can tell me clearly what disease I have."