A young man in a light blue silk robe sat on a pear wood grandmaster's chair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a youthful and handsome face. His figure was slender like a willow tree, his right hand propped under his jaw, his eyes slightly lost as he gazed at the rising blue smoke from the incense burner in front of him.,“The doctor has seen it and said it will be fine,” An Shuxun followed his words.,Zhao Jun was still terrified, muttering to himself: "I believe in traditional Chinese medicine, I believe in traditional Chinese medicine... But for this illness, we should go down the mountain to a big hospital. Even if it doesn't help, we should at least get a CT scan."。