"Greetings, Mrs. Sun." For Cheng Liujia, Sun Youwei was his employer. Although Yong'an Hall had changed its name, it still allowed him to consult here and earn a high salary.
He was already very content.
If one's descendants cannot preserve the ancestral legacy, then there's no point in trying to keep it. Anyway, keeping it would only lead to its ruin.
It's better to sell it when it's still valuable, ensuring a worry-free life for the family. Once he closes his eyes forever, he won't have to worry about anything anymore.
Cheng had come to terms with this. Having such a gambling, unproductive son, what other choice did he have?
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Cheng." Sun Youwei had great respect for an old physician who had spent his life practicing medicine and saving lives.
Not everyone can be a living saint of medicine. Human efforts vary, but as long as one holds the intention to aid the world and save lives, they are worthy of respect.
