"I know, I know. What I mean is you're neglecting your duties. As a master of traditional medicine, why research breast enhancement formulas? You should focus more on remedies like the pill you gave to Elder Jiang this morning—that's truly a service to the country and its people," Sun Pinghui prattled on incessantly.
Qin Han glanced at Sun Pinghui. The old chap sure had sharp eyes—just a Small Guiyuan Pill had caught his attention.
Apparently oblivious to Qin Han's impatience, Sun Pinghui continued, "Another thing, when you have some free time, visit the First Hospital more often. If there's an emergency patient that they can't handle, aren't you there? It wouldn't hurt to give some advice to the doctors and promote traditional medicine, right?"
Watching Sun Pinghui, his spit flying, Qin Han for the first time felt an urge to hit someone. How had he never noticed that this old man was such a chatterbox?
