The old traditional doctor shook his head and sighed, "My medical skills aren't sufficient; I can't help Young Master Jun sleep smoothly. I've disappointed Mrs. Jun."
Murong Xiang frowned deeply, looking very worried, "Is there really no way?"
The old traditional doctor paused, as if he thought of something, and said, "I have an elder fellow disciple whose medical skills are even better than mine, but he's eccentric. Whether he can be convinced to help depends on his mood."
Murong Xiang's heart instantly filled with hope, and she hurriedly said, "No matter how difficult it is to invite him, we must try. Please, sir, give me his contact information, and I'll contact him personally."
Moreover, she believed that persistence would pay off, and anything was possible if one was determined.
The old traditional doctor said nothing more, lowered his head to find a piece of paper, wrote a phone number with a ballpoint pen, and handed it to Murong Xiang.
