In front of Lu Jiu TCM Hospital.
Xue Xiaoming walked ahead, while his sister, Xue Xiaoqian, pushed the wheelchair.
The elderly woman sitting in the wheelchair was wrapped up completely, even her face covered with a mask and sunglasses, and her head was under a thick hat.
Even though it's autumn, it's not that cold yet.
To be so bundled up and in a wheelchair suggests her physical condition is indeed not ideal.
The three of them entered the hospital, asked the nurse, and then headed to the gynecology department.
After a long wait, the three of them finally got to see the doctor.
This was a young doctor, looking less than thirty.
"Hello, where are you feeling unwell?"
"My mom has porphyria."
"What's that? Por... phyria?"
"Let me search... here, it's this disease."
Xue Xiaoming pulled out his phone, found porphyria, and handed the phone to Zhao Jianan.
Upon seeing it, Zhao Jianan was fairly surprised; it was indeed the first time he'd heard of this disease.
