Before she could refuse, Song Bowen's face darkened.
Seeing the displeasure in his eyes, Zhao Nianhui had no choice but to accept it as well.
Before leaving, Song Bowen received an acupuncture treatment.
Song Bowen rubbed his arms and stretched his body.
I have never felt so relaxed before.
This was the first time that he looked at a little girl in a different light.
I feel like I gave my heirloom to the right person.
In fact, when my father was dying, he said that this thing should be given to the right person.
Keeping it in Song Bowen's hands is just a thought.
In the hands of some people, it is a treasure that can cure diseases and save lives.
Perhaps it will be able to display its true potential only when it falls into Zhao Nianhui's hands.
He smiled and said, "Girl, I know you have the ability, you must use it well."
"In the future, if Chinese medicine wants to flourish, it will depend on young people like you!"
Zhao Nianhui held the box and answered carefully, "I will definitely do it."
Then the three people left first, leaving the space to the two old friends.
Uncle Li looked at Song Bowen, who had returned to normal, with a worried look on his face.
"Old Song, you can't get into trouble. If you get into trouble, who will I argue with?"
Song Bowen said slowly and teasingly, "You are not that kind. I am afraid that if I die too early, A-Lian will not forget me."
Uncle Li was so angry at these nonsensical words that he got a headache.
Song Bowen is always like this no matter what time.
She patted his shoulder unhappily, "Yeah, I'm scared. Also, go see A-Lian when you have time. You've lived for most of your life, don't worry about the past."
The important thing is not to leave any regrets for yourself.
I saw the real meaning of Uncle Li's words.
Song Bowen replied vaguely, "It depends on the time. I want to meet her, too."
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