The medicine hall waiter immediately came forward, "Yes, are you here for a consultation or to buy medicine?"
"A consultation."
"This way, please." The waiter hurriedly made a welcoming gesture.
Xiao Qinghe's consulting desk was similar to a modern office desk, with him sitting behind it while an empty chair was placed opposite.
The waiter pulled out the chair, and the middle-aged man sat down, "Where's the doctor?"
"He is our New Moon Medicine Hall's Doctor Xiao Qinghe." The waiter pointed out respectfully.
The middle-aged man looked at the chair Xiao Qinghe was sitting in, "The chair he's sitting on seems different from usual, it's... a wheelchair, right?"
"Yes." The waiter responded.
"So, you're saying his legs are disabled?" The middle-aged man didn't seem to be looking for trouble, just stating a fact.
"Uh..." The waiter paused before saying, "Doctor Xiao has difficulty with his legs."