"Uncle, if you have something to say, please do so."
"It's OK. I'm really alright." Wang Yilong waved his hand. "I just want to thank you."
"There is no need." Wang Yao smiled.
"Ah!" Wang Yilong and Wang Zecheng left the clinic.
There was a sigh.
Wang Yao heard the sigh the old man made when he went out. Why did he sigh?
"Dad, what did you want to say to Wang Yao just now?"
"Zecheng, you must have spent too much on my disease."
"Well, not much. Wang Yao said that we were all from the village and you were his uncle, so the medicines he prescribes are cheaper."
"I always feel that I owe him a favor. What about giving it up?"
"We cannot. I have asked Wang Yao. Your disease is almost gone. You can recover from it by taking a few more medications. At this time, we can't give up no matter what."
"Really?" the old man asked.
"Of course, why would I lie to you?" Wang Zecheng asked with a laugh.
