Yang Fan knew Qiu Hongshan was joking, so he didn't mind: "Ah, home is still important. As good as it is here, it's no match for the doghouse at home."
"That's right," Qiu Hongshan continued, "Actually, I came today to ask for a favor."
"Mr. Qiu, there's no need to be polite. Just say what you need."
"I have a childhood friend, we grew up together. Later, he went to another place and did well, from running a street stall to becoming a company boss. When he got older, he returned home gloriously, using his money to serve his hometown folks. Such a person, when old, is often riddled with illnesses. Recently, his health has been deteriorating, his whole body is weak, his limbs are stiff, and even doctors can't figure out what's wrong. He can only stay home to recuperate, but his condition is visibly worsening and the doctors are helpless."
"So, you want me to treat him?"
