In the front hall, ninety-year-old Dong Fang never imagined that one day he would be able to walk out of his room on his own and travel so far to his cousin's house. He always thought he would just lie there until one day he closed his eyes and never opened them again; however, he felt no regrets as, after all, he was ninety years old, an age akin to that of a fairy, and he was content.
But now, he was able to stand up, which filled him with immense joy. No matter how old he was, he wasn't ready to pass away just yet; he wanted to live a bit longer.
Dong Xun was also pleased, "Cousin, actually we should have had that girl come to see you instead of having you make the trip."
"That's not right," Dong Fang waved his hand, "My ability to come here shows how capable that girl is. Since she asked me to come, she must be confident in her medical skills..."
