Twenty minutes later, when Song Qitang came out with millet porridge, Jiang Yanxing had already finished calling.

The man sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, his dark eyes narrowed from the smoke, and he was sewing a needle.

"Mr. Jiang is not short of a few dollars, why is he reluctant to spend money to see a doctor?"

"I save myself and treat others, and keep it for you to use in the future."

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