Of course, the medicinal porridge cooked by Ruan Yu was fragrant, really stimulating Liu Zhizhong's taste buds.
It was almost dark, and having not eaten anything all day and with so many injuries, he truly was very hungry.
Liu Zhizhong's mouth was almost watering.
Right then, Grandpa Lou said, "Ah-Yu, once this pilot wakes up, he will definitely be grateful to you and Brother Xingban for saving his life. He is an extraordinary person, surely the Warlords will send money to thank you, or he will do it himself. After you pay off the debt, would you like to learn medicine from me?"
Liu Zhizhong was taken aback, suppressing the hunger in his stomach and continued to listen intently.
Ruan Yu replied, "Of course, I want to be like Uncle, learning medical skills, treating illnesses, saving people, and making a living! But... sigh, our family owes over twenty thousand Qian, who would give so much? Besides, there's also Brother Xingban, his family owes over thirty thousand, even more!"
