Ye Xiang finally understood.
Wu Liguo knows this person, otherwise, he wouldn't call him Dr. Lu.
"Do you know him?"
Wu Liguo nodded, then shook his head: "I wouldn't say I know him. It's just that last weekend when I was having dinner with Old Wang, he mentioned Dr. Lu. At that time, I added him as a friend and chatted briefly on WeChat."
"I was saying, no wonder when you said a young Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor on the bus saved someone with acupuncture, I felt it was a bit odd. There aren't many skilled young TCM doctors these days unless it's Dr. Lu, then it wouldn't be surprising."
"Oh?"
Ye Xiang looked curious: "From what you're saying, it seems this Lu Xuan really has some skills?"
"It's not just some skills, it's much more than that."
Wu Liguo said with an air of mystery.
"What's going on? Let's go outside and talk."
Ye Xiang, full of curiosity, pulled Wu Liguo out of the intensive care unit.
