Yang Jianshe looked for a long time: "Are you Wu Laoliu from the neighboring Qingmeng Brigade?"
"It's me, it's me, I didn't expect you, Doctor Yang, to still remember me."
"How could I forget? That year I went up the mountain and encountered a storm. If it weren't for your help, I might not have been able to save the basket full of herbs."
"Ah, there was such an event. I didn't expect you to still remember."
"I remember, I remember, I remember every little thing here. By the way, why are you here?"
"Oh, I came to the farm to make a phone call. My little grandson hasn't been feeling well these days, and I want my son and his family to come back once, fearing any further delays."
Someone nearby said, "Isn't Doctor Yang right here? Why not bring your little grandson over for a look?"
Wu Laoliu looked at Yang Jiancheng: "Doctor Yang, is that okay?"
Yang Jiancheng smiled and said: "Sure, why not, bring the child over, and I'll take a look."
"Thank you so much, Doctor Yang."
