By the time Zhao Yang returned to the village, it was almost noon.
Room Room—
Hearing the sound of a motorcycle outside, Zhang Xiu'er and Yingtao ran out of the clinic. As soon as they saw Zhao Yang, Yingtao immediately smiled and said, "Brother, you're back!"
"I'm back! Look, what's this!"
Zhao Yang turned off the engine, got off the motorcycle, untied the gift box from the rear seat, lifted the lid, and excitedly showed the contents to the two women.
"This is..."
Yingtao had never seen Lingzhi before, and was a bit baffled at the sight of it, but Zhang Xiu'er's eyes widened in disbelief, "This... isn't this Lingzhi?"
"Lingzhi!" Upon hearing the name, Yingtao quickly leaned in beside Zhao Yang to take a closer look.
"Correct! Guess how old it is," said Zhao Yang, smiling.
"I don't really understand, but it looks like it could be forty or fifty years old," Zhang Xiu'er guessed.
"Forty or fifty years? Then I would've been busy for nothing," laughed Zhao Yang.
