After Wang Chen finished speaking, the slightly murky eyes of Old Mr. Yang suddenly deepened.
Staring at Wang Chen, he asked in a deep voice, "The heirlooms your grandfather left you are two medical books?"
Wang Chen nodded, "Yeah. Do you know the origin of those two medical books? In my memory, my grandfather didn't seem to understand medicine. I've also never heard anyone mention that he studied medicine."
Old Mr. Yang didn't answer, instead falling silent once again.
From the wistful look in his eyes, it was not hard to see that he was likely recalling the past.
Seeing this, Wang Chen didn't bother him. Instead, he lit a cigarette and slowly began to smoke.
Right when he had finished the cigarette, Old Mr. Yang's expression changed, and he suddenly laughed, "I was just thinking, there can't possibly be such fools in the world."
These seemingly irrelevant words made Wang Chen ask with a puzzled face, "What are you talking about?"
