Yang Buhui's hair was half white, his face wrinkled with age, yet he still wore a thick pair of gloves in the scorching heat.
He walked forward silently, only nodding slightly: "I'll do my best. If it's a coma, I have a special remedy."
"Yes, I heard that when Mr. Bo was in a coma, it was you who came to help treat him..." Gu Shiyin praised as she approached the bedside, her eyes subtly glancing at Zuzi, smiling, "My little niece at home loves to joke, saying that doing ten good deeds a day could save my father. You see, children are truly carefree and innocent..."
Zuzi: "Mind your manners, I'm your ancestor, you're the kid."
These few words made Yang Buhui tremble in his heart and soul.
He looked at Zuzi incredulously, as if he never anticipated meeting this little girl again in the capital, so far from home.
Yet Zuzi only lazily smiled: "Xiao Yang, here we meet again. Are your hands still functional?"
