The middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair quickly took out his handkerchief and helped the old man wipe his tears. He also looked at Liu Qingshan with a slightly annoyed look: You are a little kid who made the old man sad.

"It's coming soon. Within three years, old man, you can go home."

Liu Qingshan also felt a little sorry, so he revealed the news in advance, which could be regarded as compensation to the old man.

Seeing the old man's doubtful eyes cast towards him, he added: "So, you should always take good care of yourself and take a closer look when you return to your hometown."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The old man said hello repeatedly, then raised his hand and pointed towards the big glass jar: "You guys are drinking in a medicine bar. Can you give me a whole sip to try first?"

"Father, the doctor doesn't allow you to drink alcohol."

The middle-aged man saw this and quickly persuaded him.

"Mom, you're a bitch. My son controls me, but I've rebelled against you!"

After the old man finished training his son, he looked at Liu Qingshan happily: "My legs have been cold for decades. The root of the disease was from when I was fighting with the young marshal. I don't know if your medicine and wine will work."

"It works. It's for safekeeping. There are real materials in it."

Liu Qingshan also laughed a few times, and then thought of something again, so he stretched out his palm and put it in front of the old man:

"Then let's give each other a slap in the face, and let's talk, spitting and nailing each other. When the time comes, you'll be able to walk after drinking our medicinal wine, so you must walk home!"

The old man also laughed and stretched out his wrinkled palm and patted Liu Qingshan hard, making a crisp sound.

He also shouted loudly: "You little brat, you dare to look down on me. When the time comes, I will crawl back to the small mountain village where I lived back then!"
Chapter completed!