Zhao Gang wanted to show his respects to Ning Fan, but Ning Fan refused no matter what.
It didn't sit well with him to accept such gestures from an elder whose health was evidently poor.
After going back and forth like this for a while, Zhao Gang suddenly clutched his waist and groaned, his face showing extreme pain.
"Ugh... Ah... My waist..."
"Oh no, my dad's lumbar has always been bad; a little excitement and it'll hurt for two or three days!"
Zhao Xue'er exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly bent down to grab her father's right arm.
"Don't move!"
Ning Fan's eyes showed a faint purple glow as he began to examine Zhao Gang's injury.
"How's my dad?"
Seeing Ning Fan so calm, with the actions of examining the injury looking very professional, Zhao Xue'er quickly asked him.
Ning Fan frowned, his expression very serious.
"Severe disc protrusion and osteoporosis... Does your dad still insist on setting up a stall every day like this?"
