"Thank you, Doctor Li."
Daoist Sun was overjoyed.
The live stream chat room grew even more lively:
"Wow, Doctor Li is so confident, he actually agreed to a live stream."
"That's a man with a clear conscience. Not afraid of being questioned, not afraid of making a mistake. Awesome."
"...I'm starting to believe he can actually cure that rich lady's emotional ailment..."
Daoist Sun watched the bullet comments as he waited in line.
At the very front of the line was a trembling old man.
The old man looked to be in his eighties, his body hunched over.
He walked very slowly. Each step was accompanied by heavy, labored breathing, like a worn-out bellows being pumped.
"Take your time, sir."
Li Xu quickly stood up and offered a steadying hand.
As the old man sat down, he suddenly burst into a violent coughing fit.
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH... GAG..."
The old man was coughing terribly, and it was obvious he had phlegm in his throat.
"Sir, spit it out here."
