At this moment, the sun outside had silently begun to set in the west.
Claire Prescott sat on the bench outside the door, leaving space for their family to chat.
Although the patient's pulse had improved, it inexplicably made her feel a lingering fear, without any sense of achievement.
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that the patient's serious condition was easily cured with just a simple drink of medicine, but they, as practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, bore immense pressure.
At least for her, it was an unprecedented pressure.
After listening to Elder Lee's lecture in the past, she had proudly told her grandfather about it, only to be scolded by him, saying that she shouldn't have gone to listen to others' lectures secretly, especially not to learn Elder Lee's methods of medication.
He said that what Elder Lee could use, she might not necessarily be able to, and if she couldn't cure a disease, it could cause big trouble.
