Zhao Jinquan, who was in his thirties this year, was definitely born in the eighties.
He was no stranger to such nostalgic snacks.
"Brother Zhao," Wang Dequan said with a smile. "If Dr. Chen said that it's an elixir, it's an elixir. What are you hesitating about?"
"Hurry up and pay."
Wang Dequan was a well-known tycoon in Hangzhou City. Since he had said so, Zhao Jinquan didn't hesitate.
Immediately, he took out his phone and paid 100,000 yuan to Chen Yu.
"Three times a day for a total of 21 days," Chen Yu reminded Zhao Jinquan.
"Remember, not a day more, not a day less."
"Dr. Chen, when my father recovers, we will personally visit to thank you."
Worried about his father's condition, Zhao Jin Quan didn't stay for long and hurriedly left.
Looking at Zhao Jinquan's receding figure, Wang Dequan said with emotion, "In today's society, filial sons like him are rare."