Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 173: Can’t Be Cured

The man on the bed coughed twice before the waiter snapped out of his thoughts. He pondered for a moment, "That Doctor Zhang has good medical skills. If there’s a headache or fever, you can find him and take a few doses of medicine; it usually helps. He lives at number thirty-three on this street, at Mingren Hall clinic, which is the largest clinic in our town."

Last time he coughed for several days, went there to get some medicine, and it healed immediately. Doctor Zhang’s medical skills are indeed remarkable.

Seeing her alone with her disabled husband, the waiter sympathetically divulged everything without holding back.

Doctor Zhang is sixty years old, a robust old man, kind-hearted, and with exceptional medical skills. People from the neighboring towns come specifically to seek his consultation.

"This young lady, but Doctor Zhang’s consultation fees aren’t low, your husband is not walking well, and with the inability to speak, it costs a lot, sigh."

Lu He was stunned for a moment, then realized the waiter was giving her a heads-up about the consultation fees.

She gently bowed, reached for the clothes, and said, "Thank you, waiter, for mentioning it. I understand. I’m also hungry; could you please help me order several signature dishes and three bowls of rice, and have them delivered to the room? Charge the bill to my account; I’ll settle it with Silver when I leave later."

The waiter, who has a square face covered with pockmarks, smiled, showing slightly crowded teeth, "Alright, I’ll go right away."

The tall waiter enthusiastically headed to the back hall.

"Creak."

Lu He closed the door properly, carried the clothes to the bedside, and put them down without looking at the man on the bed.

"Just now, I said we were husband and wife to avoid the waiter’s misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to ruin your reputation. Don’t overthink; try on the clothes and see if they fit."

He was stunned; wasn’t it her reputation that’s being ruined???!!

After knowing she was a woman, Zhao Jun changed a lot. No matter what she said, he would accommodate as much as possible.

He no longer glared angrily at her over trivial things.

An hour later, after finishing the meal in the room with the man and tidying up, Lu He left the room.

When she returned, she brought back a spirited elderly man in his sixties.

The elder was dressed in a dark cloud-print robe, carrying a maroon medicine box, occasionally stroking his white, goatee-like whiskers. His height was not too tall nor too short, slightly taller than average, his physique somewhat resembling the shopkeeper, plump, giving off a good-natured vibe, like a neighborhood uncle~

"Doctor Zhang, here, this is my husband. Please take a look at him."

Smell, ask, observe, feel the pulse.

Displaying the demeanor of a professional physician, embodying the medical ethos.

Initially, Zhao Jun showed a bit of a temper, unwilling to open his mouth for the doctor to check, nor would he pull up his pants to let the doctor examine his legs.

With a gaze suggesting the person before him was quack, he was quite troublesome, making the elderly doctor look rather displeased. Lu He invited him out and asked him to wait for a moment.

She then entered the room, and after a series of loud sounds, she tied Zhao Jun’s hands before letting the elder come in.

"Sorry for the trouble, Doctor Zhang, my husband is skeptical of doctors, but he’s quiet now. Please proceed."

The elderly man squinted his eyes with a smile, indicating understanding.

Zhao Jun, somehow reconsidered and became cooperative, obediently collaborated. The young girl was not his match, but fearing she might get hurt, he complied. This physician wasn’t going to heal him.

After a short while, the examination ended.

With a hint of anxiety, the young girl asked, "Doctor Zhang, how is my husband? Can he walk again? Can he speak? Can he be cured?"

She asked a bunch of questions all at once.

Doctor Zhang was not annoyed, packed his tools, and calmly said, "He can’t be cured. Your husband’s symptoms, I’m not confident."