Soon, Murong Xiang led Old Jian and Jian Mei into the living room, instructing the servants to serve them tea.
Old Jian sat on a chair, took a sip of tea, and asked, "Mrs. Jun, how is your son's insomnia now?"
Murong Xiang replied, "Not very well. We've been seeking medical treatment, but the effects have been minimal. I heard from the previous doctor about your exceptional skills, and that you've researched insomnia, so I would like to ask you to give it a try. If you can cure my son's illness, the Jun Family will be immensely grateful!"
Old Jian stroked his beard, exuding a sense of sage-like wisdom, "Saving lives is my duty as a doctor, and I will do my best."
Murong Xiang smiled, "Then I'll call my son down for you to take a look."
Old Jian nodded.
Jian Mei, listening to the conversation, couldn't help but glance around at the decorations in the living room.
