Master Qi thought of his friend's serious illness. Since this gentleman was so skilled in medicine, he should be able to treat his friend's illness. He wanted Su Qing to stay.
"Old master, do you want Sir to treat old master Zhai?"
The Butler understood Master Qi's thoughts and tried to sound him out.
"Yes, I wonder if this young Sir will make a trip?"
Master Qi nodded, and as he spoke, the door opened. The old woman who was serving third Madam carried the young master out. Master Qi's grave face was instantly filled with a spring breeze, and his eyes were full of fatherly love as he looked at his son in his swaddling clothes.
He only got this son at the age of fifty-six. He wanted to take a bath, change his clothes, and kowtow to thank God for his kindness.
The Qi family was indeed wealthy. Even their toilets were spotless. Su Qing had the servants wait outside and not allow anyone to enter.
