After taking his pulse and examining him, Qian Muzhen said, "Sir, you're full of vim and vigor. Your vital energy is strong, and the slight ailment has already completely healed."
"Are you sure I'm okay?"
"You're fine."
Hearing this confirmation, Qin Ziwen breathed a quiet sigh of relief. 'It's good that I've recovered.'
After learning he was sick, he had been worried about accidentally passing it on to the others at Home.
Even though he felt his symptoms had improved significantly, he hadn't dared to risk it.
Now, with an answer from a professional, he could finally relax.
"If you're still worried, Sir, you can take two more doses of an anti-inflammatory, detoxifying formula just to be safe."
Qin Ziwen nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Dr. Qian, do you remember where you came from?"
Qian Muzhen frowned, then shook his head. "Sir, I can't recall the specifics. I only remember that I used to run a medical clinic in Pingjiang Square in Suzhou."
