"What does your friend do?" Wang Yao asked as he put away the medical case and diagnosis report.
"At first he was selling seafood, but now he is doing mariculture. The business isn't small. There's a big mariculture farm in Hai Qu city," Wang Mingbao said.
"I'll have a look at this case when I get back. Lately, these days I haven't had any free time. I need to keep treating that child." According to Wang Yao, the most important patient now was Zhou Xiong's son.
"It's ok. No rush. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it," Wang Mingbao said smiling. "It's just that he and I have a few business dealings. You can say that he has money. He is making some money now as we speak."
"Oh, I understand."
The two friends chatted for a while, then Wang Yao departed soon after. After getting back to Nanshan hill, he soon started thinking of a way to make up a drug strong enough to ease pain.
