Mr. Wen looked at Mr. Qian and smiled at Zhou Jia and the two clerks. "That child's father was also a doctor in the past. After his father left, he brought his mother along and relied on writing letters to make a living. He's a filial child. I don't know why he fell to such a state."
Mr. Qian thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because he didn't learn his father's medical skills and lost his ability to make a living. As time passed, it became more and more difficult."
Mr. Wen shook his head. "He said that he had never studied medicine. When his father was alive, he had always been studying."
Mr. Qian recalled his past and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Sigh! A useless scholar. If he had medical skills, he wouldn't have fallen to this state."
