Some rejoice, while others mourn.
Ever since returning home from Xinglin Institute, Xia Yuan locked himself in the study and skipped dinner, leaving Xia Zhu to bring the meal inside.
She found her father sitting dazed, originally with only a few strands of gray hair, now nearly a third of his hair had turned white.
Today's incident, though it didn't result in a catastrophe, originated from his own misdiagnosis.
If something were to happen to Xiaolian today, how could he explain to her family, and how would he live with his conscience?
If he hadn't put his pride aside and given up his reputation, this matter might have been impossible to resolve, and even returning home would be a luxury.
As a physician, misdiagnosis is not uncommon; after all, humans are not deities, and a certain probability of error exists. Even the three sages wouldn't dare claim never to have misdiagnosed in their medical careers.
