"The heart of a doctor is like the heart of a parent."
Su Han certainly knew that, like Old Chen, an old practitioner of Chinese Medicine with such noble medical ethic, there were really not that many left now.
"Don't worry, Old Chen, it's not a big deal." Su Han smiled and looked at Lin Meiyu, "Then I'll go handle it with Old Chen first."
"Hmm, I'll take a look around the store; there's actually an event that needs planning, I'll discuss it with everyone." Lin Meiyu said.
Su Han didn't waste any time and immediately followed Old Chen to the National Medical Hall.
At the entrance to the clinic, several people were sitting there with unpleasant expressions, obviously the relatives of Old Mei mentioned by Old Chen; they had been coming every day, seeking an explanation.
Even knowing that it had nothing to do with Old Chen anymore, besides Old Chen, they truly didn't know whom to find.
Anyone would struggle to accept suddenly acquiring mental illness.