"Uncle, and Grandpa Lu, do you think no one registers at the street hospital's Traditional Chinese Medicine department?"
Ji Xiuwen seemed to have seen through Lu Guoquan and the others' thoughts and asked.
Lu Guoquan glanced at his son. Although he didn't say anything, he still felt deep down that a young Chinese medicine doctor in his twenties, would anyone really want to see him?
If it were him, he definitely wouldn't.
Of course, since it was about his own son, he couldn't be too blunt.
The others showed expressions similar to Lu Guoquan's at this moment.
Seeing that no one spoke, Ji Xiuwen smiled and said, "Actually, everyone has really misunderstood. At first, the street hospital's Traditional Chinese Medicine department indeed had no interest, but it gradually improved later. In less than half a month, there were dozens of people registering every day, and Lu Xuan's reputation started to spread."
Dozens of people registering every day?
