It's easy to imagine how much effort Wang Qian put into this.
"Uncle Feng, you saved my father's leg. If I still don't trust your medical skills, then there is no doctor in this world I can trust!"
Wang Qian smiled and said, "I really don't want your medical skills to be buried like this. While opening your TCM clinic, if you see any young people you like, you can recruit them to teach you. Our TCM must be passed down. What do you think?"
Feng Guangrong's body trembled.
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Because Wang Qian's words hit a nerve.
He had no children, and his old friend died young in a car accident.
Over the years, he has lived a lonely and miserable life.
As he gets older, his greatest wish is to find a successor to pass on his medical skills.
However, after Zhang Yunfu framed him two years ago and his reputation was completely ruined, no one believed in his medical skills anymore.
In this situation, no one even sought his medical help, let alone his successor.
Just when he was about to give up, Wang Qian actually offered to help him find a successor.
For him, this was like seeing a glimmer of hope in the depths of despair.
But after the initial excitement, he tried to calm down. "Xiao Qian, I'm really grateful for your kindness, but opening a traditional Chinese medicine clinic is out of the question!"
"Why?" Wang Qian was taken aback.
The others also looked surprised.
"Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't make money, you've seen that too!"
Feng Guangrong pointed to the medicine box on the coffee table, "I have been treating patients and saving lives for so many years, and I have always been frugal, but I have not saved much money. If you open a Chinese medicine clinic, unless you are just trying to swindle money, you will definitely not make any money!"
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