Grandpa.
...
It was as if he had returned to that spring day, and all the subsequent events were but a dream.
At this time, Song Yan was only eight or nine years old.
He could already read and was gradually beginning to learn some medical arts.
"Hmph…"
Xiao Song was playing with mud in the medicine garden, muttering, "That Squire in Lin Prefecture is truly pitiful."
"He drank ginseng soup, clinging to life, like a living dead person, until he was ninety-eight years old."
"Grandpa, is your medical skill really that brilliant?"
"Someone who should have died long ago can live for so many more years in your hands…"
Xiao Song looked up, gazing at the old man with a hint of reverence: "You're like an Immortal descended from the heavens, able to grant people eternal life."
"Eternal life?" Grandpa suddenly paused, then burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha, if this old man really had that ability, that would be wonderful…"
Laughter mixed with tears.
