"Move these flowers away, can't plant flowers anymore?"
Due to his frail health since childhood, Old Master Zhang couldn't do much else, so he loved to cultivate flowers and plants. Who knew his greatest love would bring him the greatest harm.
"Yes, Old Master Zhang's illness is largely due to the pollen from these flowers, as well as some fur, dust, and the like. Just a whiff, and he'll start sneezing, experience itchy eyes, tears, red and swollen eyes, runny nose, itchy throat, chest tightness, coughing, asthma, etc."
"No wonder, no wonder!"
"I don't just love planting flowers, I also love cats and dogs." Old Master Zhang stomped his feet in anxiety, realizing that his affections over half a lifetime were misguided: "Someone, move those flowers away, send Little Yellow, Little Black, and Little White away."
The servants, hearing this command, gaped in astonishment: Has the master gone mad?
