Wang Yao knew about this. Chinese medicine was currently in a weak position. It was completely suppressed by Western medicine.
"Old people like us don't have many years left. Thinking about it now, we just hope that someone can inherit and promote Chinese medicine," the old Mr. Sang said a little emotionally.
He was already old. He decided to let things be. He saw things more deeply. It was no longer about an individual but an affiliation. This breadth of mind was hard to come by.
"You're still strong," Zhou Xiong said smiling.
"Ha, ha." Sang Guzi waved his hand. "I know my own body best."
He was in his 70s. Although he paid attention to regimen due to his knowledge in pharmaceutical technology, his body was aging. Any form of regimen was only to delay the aging process. Eventually, it could not beat the passing of time.
