"Doctor Li, you… you weren't performing some kind of ritual dance just now, were you?"
Sister Wang swallowed hard and couldn't help but ask, her eyes filled with both gratitude and confusion.
Li Xu, while tidying up the medicinal herbs on the table, corrected her earnestly, "Sister Wang, you can't put it that way. Ritual dancing is a shamanistic practice. Theoretically, it only became a widespread folk healing method during the Qing Dynasty. That's what you call a 'shamanistic medium.'"
"What I just used, however, is one of the thirteen legitimate disciplines of traditional Chinese medicine—the Zuyou Discipline. This is an orthodox medical art passed down from our ancestors, predating shamanistic dancing by several thousand years."
Sister Wang nodded, only half-understanding.
She didn't quite grasp it, but it sounded incredibly profound and mysterious.
She lowered her head to look at her daughter and asked again, still worried:
