บท 1138: Chapter 363: Two Wedding Invitations, Being a Bridesmaid_3

Mo Yan hummed dismissively, uninterested in dealing with someone who only had eyes for money. Looking down, she noticed the old man silently shedding tears, presumably hurt by his own son, and she let out a soft sigh, comforting him, "Old man, don't worry. If you take good care of your leg for a few months, it won't affect your ability to walk or work the fields in the future."

The elder quickly wiped his face and expressed his gratitude, "I know, I know, thank you, Little Divine Doctor."

Mo Yan shook her head with a smile, and after she had changed the man's dressing and securely re-bandaged the splint, she moved on to another patient.

There were many out there like the old man, saddled with unfilial sons, beyond the intervention of outsiders. All Mo Yan could do was her best to heal the old man's leg injury without leaving complications, anything more was beyond her reach.