Ten minutes later, at the door of Sun Xiaowen's house.
"Sir Sun, where are you going?"
Zhao Tienan saw Old Sun carrying a hoe, trudging out the door.
"Ah, nothing much, just going to the back garden to do some weeding."
"Doctor Zhao, I haven't seen you in a while. What have you been busy with lately?"
Old Sun flashed a broad smile. Though he spoke slowly and even drooled a bit, he seemed to be in good spirits.
"Nothing serious, just busy with some trivial matters."
"Sir Sun, for your health, it's best not to move around too much. Tasks like weeding should be avoided if possible. Why don't you go back and rest? I can take care of it for you."
Zhao Tienan stopped Old Sun and said with great concern.
As a village doctor, he was well aware of the conditions of the villagers. Take Old Sun for instance, who had suffered from the aftermath of a cerebral thrombosis attack. If he was not careful, it could easily prove fatal.
"It's alright, I know my limits."
