Xu Chunliang returned home and saw the study light was on. He knocked on the door and walked in, noticing his grandfather under the lamp, absorbed in writing something.
Xu Chunliang laughed and said, "Grandpa, working so hard this late?"
Xu Changshan put his brush on the pen rack and said warmly, "There's not much going on lately, so I'm trying to write down my insights and experiences from all these years of practicing medicine. One must leave something behind in life, hoping it might inspire future generations."
Xu Chunliang said, "You're still young, you've got plenty of time ahead of you."
Xu Changshan laughed heartily, stood up, and stretched lazily, "I plan to invite Qingya for a meal, why don't you set up a time?"
Xu Chunliang said, "No need for that. I'm going to take her to Weishan Lake tomorrow, if you're interested, you can join us."
