Upon opening the box, Lin Chuxia immediately noticed its contents—a small stack of at least a dozen handwritten prescriptions.
"Master..." Lin Chuxia didn't know what to say. These items could be considered what Old Sir He cared about the most, and now they were all to be given to her.
Old Sir He frowned, "Lose that look; I'm not dead yet. These things aren't worth much. They're just taking up space at home. Take them with you. If you feel like it, you can take a look. If not, just use them to start a fire when cooking meat. Just hurry up and take them away."
Lin Chuxia chuckled, put the medical books back in the box, and lifted the entire thing, "Then I might really use them to start a fire, Master, you better not feel heartbroken."
"Go on, get out of here. You're starting to be a pain to look at," Old Master He shooed her away.
