In the room, a man named Zheng, around sixty years old, was sitting on a rattan chair, one hand resting on another man's pulse. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes and then said.
"Just a few more doses, and after another treatment session, it'll be okay. In the future, watch your habits, don't drink or smoke."
The old man calmly said as the other man, wearing a grateful expression, spoke.
"Thank you, Divine Doctor Xiong, please accept this small token of appreciation!" The man said, handing a card to the old man, feeling truly happy inside. For people who aren't short on cash, the fear isn't about spending money on illness, but about spending money and not being able to cure it. Money to them is just a number. The man left joyfully, feeling over the moon.
