A low white blood cell count meant weakened immunity. Still, the old lady was eighty-eight; it was normal for all sorts of ailments to crop up frequently.
Li Shishi did not know what a low white blood cell count meant, nor did she care to know. "I don't really understand. In this situation, can you still help regulate her condition?"
"This really is..." Professor Guan scratched his head in distress, then finally gathered his courage. "At her age, weakened immunity makes it far too easy for problems to arise. The booklet said that it could effectively treat conditions caused by weakened immunity?"
Li Shishi blinked and shook her head blankly. "Sorry, I don't understand what you mean... What booklet?"
Professor Guan was not surprised. Nor did he think she was making excuses. Different people handled different responsibilities; that was perfectly normal in hospitals. As medical specialties became increasingly subdivided, many people were familiar only with their own fields.
The affiliated hospital of his university was the same. If a patient's condition was even slightly complicated, several departments had to hold a joint consultation—being proficient in one specialized department already qualified someone as a core professional.
That was why the elderly man in his sixties who had crossed several departments was so impressive. It was indeed true, and as specialized fields became more professionalized, general practitioners became increasingly rare.
Professor Guan was used to thinking that way, so he felt it was normal for Li Shishi not to know about the booklet. But that was not the point. The point was that he did not know how to bring it up with her.
In the end, he gritted his teeth. "What I mean is, my grandaunt... still needs treatment for her weakened immunity."
Li Shishi blinked, then asked, "You can't handle