The portly elder laughed heartily and said,
"Young man, you have a future! Your potential is boundless! If you can cure my illness this time, should you encounter any troubles in Ning'an County, just invoke the name of this old Lin! I've got your back!"
The sincerity was evident in the portly elder's words.
He was truly grateful to a doctor who could alleviate his suffering.
Chen Erniu smiled and nodded, "Certainly, elder, I will!"
Zhang Bentang, standing by, couldn't help but feel envious upon seeing the portly elder's gratitude towards Chen Erniu.
Although he had brought Chen Erniu to the portly elder and could harvest his gratitude,
he couldn't make the other party offer to look out for him, let alone reveal his nickname, 'Old Lin,' in a moment of gratitude.
After all, those three words carried considerable weight within the county!
However, Zhang Bentang was also aware that the portly elder's behavior wasn't solely because Chen Erniu had cured his gout.
