When several people returned to the hospital, the old man was in good spirits, leaning on his cane and firmly holding Jiang Jinsang's hand, walking straight ahead while Tang Yunxian followed behind.
What is a son? He didn't recognize it!
Upon arriving at the ward, they saw Zhou Zhongqing in a white lab coat, holding a medical record book. He had the typical appearance of a scholar—calm and refined, seemingly very approachable.
"Doctor Zhou," Mr. Tang greeted with a smile.
"High blood pressure, high cholesterol, poor cervical and shoulder conditions, severe rheumatism..." Zhou Zhongqing listed a bunch of ailments and then paused, looking at Mr. Tang, "With your condition, what were you doing running around?"
Mr. Tang had only met him twice and thought he was easy to talk to. Jiang Jinsang said he had a bad temper, but Mr. Tang didn't take it to heart. Suddenly confronted, his old face suddenly felt quite embarrassed.
"Actually, I'm in good shape, no problem practicing Tai Chi."