"Of course," Song Lianhe said graciously. "After all, Young Master Wanzhang has been working at the clinic for several days, and we've all seen how tirelessly he has helped."
Shuang Ye and Ah Yu both nodded.
Su Huaqing found this refreshing and laughed heartily. "Alright then, I won't stand on ceremony."
He picked up the brush and wrote with fluid, powerful strokes.
After putting away the contracts, Song Lianhe said, "From now on, we're all family. I'm leaving the Medical Clinic in your capable hands."
Just then, another visitor arrived.
Song Lianhe was in a good mood, and since there weren't many patients today, she remained in the main hall.
"What are you doing here?"
Song Lianhe was surprised to hear that voice.
It was Song Xilan.
Su Huaqing raised his eyebrows, then glanced at Song Lianhe, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
He snapped open his folding fan and fanned himself with gusto.
