Zhong Liuchuan shook his head with a smile and continued drinking tea.
"Did you get answers from him?"
"Well, I got a lot from him," Jia Zizai said.
"What did you get?"
"About Qi, I am too far away from my brother." Jia Zizai sighed.
He told Hu Mei the story about his visit to Zhong Liuchuan's home.
"Based on what you said, the gap is quite wide. It seems you have to work harder," Hu Mei said with a laugh.
"Of course, I need to work harder. By the way, cook a few good dishes tonight. Brother is coming over to have dinner."
"OK."
"Should we call Mr. Wang to come over for dinner?"
"Go and ask him."
"OK."
In the clinic, Wang Yao was treating a middle-aged man. The man looked around 40 forty years. He was dressed in exquisite clothing but was not very good looking. His eyes were a little dull, and his energy was inadequate. He was also a little breathless.
