Not many people in the village knew that Wang Yao could treat illnesses. Most of them thought that he only planted and sold medicinal herbs on the hill.
The old man was, of course, very surprised when he heard the news.
"He knows a little, just on a small scale," Zhang Xiuying replied.
"Give Yao a call quickly. I'll get going," the elder said.
"Grandpa, thank you. Take these back." Director Chen gave the box of tea in his hands to the old man as he was speaking.
"It's okay. It's okay!" The old man waved his hand and rejected it. He still took it in the end and left happily.
Rich people are indeed alacritous!
After he left, he forgot that Wang Yao knew how to treat illnesses in just the blink of an eye.
"Please come in."
"Alright. Sorry to bother you." Director Chen and the man who led him here followed Zhang Xiuying into the room.
"I'll give him a call." She took out her mobile phone and called Wang Yao.
