After Zhang Zhengli finished expressing his laments, he embarked on a new journey.
He still needed to find the next folk practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine.
Lu Jiu admired his actions and added him on WeChat, considering it making a friend.
Back home, his mother had already prepared the meal.
His father's social engagements had decreased, allowing him to have a few meals at home each day.
"I see the clinic is packed with people every day, must be quite busy, how much are you making daily now?" Lu Song smiled.
"I haven't calculated exactly, but it should be around a thousand bucks." Lu Jiu said while eating.
A thousand bucks?
With the pricing set by his father, he could make a thousand a day?
But thinking about how the clinic was packed from morning till night, Lu Song found it reasonable.
"What kinds of illnesses are you seeing every day?" Lu Song asked.
