Li Xu returned to the clinic.
After a busy day, he was feeling a bit exhausted.
After a quick wash, he lay down on his bed and went over Zhao Qingya's condition in his mind.
There was the qi stagnation from her depression, the blood stasis from her heart disease, and the knot of phlegm and toxins from her tumor.
The three were like a tangle of venomous snakes.
If he could resolve the mental knot of her depression, her qi would flow freely, and the strain on her heart would lessen.
If he could control the tumor, the pressure on her heart would be alleviated.
But it was a vicious, chicken-and-egg cycle.
He needed a powerful method to slice through this tangled mess in one stroke.
'What on earth should I do…'
Li Xu drifted off into a hazy sleep.
「The next morning.」
The moment Li Xu opened his eyes, he pulled up the system interface to check the day's intelligence report.
Lately, nothing else had been going on.
The intel had been as bland as water.
