Si Rong had two more operations to attend to in the afternoon and had to return to the hospital. He looked at Mo Qian and chuckled. "Let's take it slow. There's still a long way to go."
Mo Qian raised his head to look at him. "Hurry up and leave," he said softly. "Let's meet again if we have the chance."
"I hope you'll have made good progress by the next time we meet." Si Rong said with a smile.
Mo Qian raised his thick and sharp eyebrows slightly and replied happily, "Thank you for your kind words."
Naturally, young master Xiang Nan had nothing to do. He stood behind Mo Qian and watched Si Rong's back as he left. "I was going to let him drive my new car today, but it was delayed."
As Xiang Nan spoke, he looked down at Mo Qian's leg and sighed. "Brother Qian, when will your leg recover? Aren't you the one who had been looking for Saint Valley's medicine master since before the new year? Still no news?"
