The next day was Monday.
Qiao Xi went to Haicheng City Hospital to perform the final examination on Shen Xuanzhi's mother and encountered Shen Xuanzhi once again.
Shen Xuanzhi nodded to her.
Qiao Xi said politely, "Your mother is recovering very well. For further recuperation, traditional Chinese medicine should still be the main focus, which is your strength."
"Mhm."
Qiao Xi looked at his lean figure and said, "Next week is the Imperial Capital's acupuncture trial conference, good luck."
Shen Xuanzhi really needed that money; just making it into the top ten would earn him a prize.
"Thank you."
Shen Xuanzhi said with a cold expression. He had always been like that, living with his mother under the shadow of gangsters and debt collectors, he had never genuinely smiled.
"I'll be going now."
Qiao Xi said one last word and then left the ward. As she was walking in the corridor, she overheard two nurses talking about the medical team for Africa.