Zhou Jia pulled out a chair and sat beside Mr. Wen. "Ruyi said that you promised to teach Seven Pounds medical skills. Xiaoyu said that she will open a medical center for you and hire two doctors to help you. What do you think?"
When Mr. Wen heard this, he put down the pen in his hand and looked at the manuscript in front of him for a long time. He looked up at Zhou Jia and said, "It's good to open a medical center. Sir's energy is no longer the same as before, and he doesn't have the energy to bring that child, Seven Pounds, around to treat patients. Take some silver and open a medical center for Xiaoyu."
Zhou Jia looked at Mr. Wen and said with a smile, "I'll leave the silver with you first. If you see rare medicinal herbs, it's convenient for you to buy them."
"Sir, what Xiaoyu means is that on the 15th of every month, the medical center will consult and give medicine to those poor families for free. Where do you think we should choose?"
