"Mr. Zhao Sr."
Mr. Xu Sr. naturally wouldn't put on airs. Seeing Mr. Zhao Sr. struggle to bow to him from his wheelchair, he immediately rose to return the gesture.
"And Mr. Qin," Mr. Zhao Sr. said, turning to him. "I was the one who invited Doctor Wan and Wan Tianming here to treat my illness. Therefore, let's put this matter to rest. I hope you can do me this favor and not hold Wan Tianming accountable any longer."
Turning to the other party, he said, "Doctor Wan, I ask for a favor from you as well. Your priest did indeed act rather harshly, and I will arrange for his proper burial."
"Since you've said so, Mr. Zhao Sr., the matter ends here." After glancing at Qin Lin, Doctor Wan clasped his hands in a respectful gesture toward Mr. Zhao Sr.
"Grandfather, he—"
"Shut up!" Doctor Wan turned and glared at Wan Tianming.
"I understand."
