"I'm sorry, Director, I..." Lin Rou's expression was somewhat sad, her youthful eyes clearly filled with the desire for her dreams, yet there was a hint of helplessness.
Han Qiuyun's face showed a bitter smile as she gently patted Lin Rou and said, "Silly child, I understand your difficulties. Your mother is right; traditional Chinese medicine indeed is declining. Just you and I alone cannot save it. Go, do business with your mother. That is the right choice..."
Although Han Qiuyun was comforting Lin Rou, as she spoke, tears began to fall.
She was not content.
Why is it so difficult?
This essence of our nation that has been passed down for so many years, why is it no longer accepted by people?
"I need to get some air." Seeing that the two women were about to hug and cry, Su Chen spoke, then walked out of the office.
Indeed, as soon as Su Chen left, the two women immediately embraced each other and started sobbing.
