Chapter 285: Min Gang's Touch (2)

"You can rest assured, I remember being able to return something to you, naturally there is no reason to return." Min Gang said with a smile.
Xiaoqing brothers and sisters were slightly relieved.
"Then you still want to buy something?" Xiaoqing asked.
"No, I just want to ask, will this brother also have these antique porcelain crafts?" Min Gang said looking at the young man.
"My brother has been learning to make antique porcelain with my grandfather since he was one year old, and my grandfather said he was talented and did better than him!" Xiaoqing said proudly.
The young man smiled bitterly, "No matter how good it is, it's useless if you are about to die."
Min had just heard the conversation between their two siblings, and it was a pity to know what kind of terminal illness the young man should have.
At present, there are not many craftsmen who still have antique porcelain in China, especially those who imitate the blue and white, and the opportunities they can find are almost equal to zero.
It's a pity to find it now, but it's lifeless.
"I can help you with treatment, but there is a condition." Yang Zimei said in a whisper.
The young man glanced at Yang Zimei and smiled lightly, "Thank you. Now, only Guanyin Bodhisattva can help me."
Xiaoqing's eyes lit up. "Sister, can you really help my brother?"
"Well." Yang Zimei nodded slightly. "I have learned acupuncture from seniors since I was a kid, and have also treated patients with brain tumors."
She didn't lie. Two years ago, her mother Huang Xiuli had a brain tumor. The hospital announced the death penalty, which was a cure for her acupuncture. Now she has no sequelae.
Xiaoqing looked excited. "Sister, what are you saying? Really help my brother, I have only one brother, I can't lose him!"
Yang Zimei just looked at the two siblings with his eyes.
The two siblings died when their parents died. They grew up with their grandfather. When he was fifteen years old, the grandfather also left, leaving the two siblings to live together.
The pain of one's loved ones leaving in previous lives, Yang Zimei's experience is the most profound.
The two brothers and sisters are now pure in heart and lonely, not to mention the craftsman who is about to be lost. It would be totally counterintuitive if he did not reach out for help.
"Xiao Qing--"
The young man saw that Yang Zimei was so young and didn't believe she could heal herself.
In the subconscious, he gave up on himself early, and he did not dare to have any hope at all, for fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
"Brother, she can see that you have a brain tumor, which means that she must be very powerful. Since she can help you treat it, why should you refuse it? Let's try it." Xiaoqing saw that his brother was unwilling and anxiously pulled Holding his hand, "As long as there is a chance, we don't give up, brother, I don't want to lose you, I'm afraid--"
Looking at his sister's pitiful appearance, the young man's heart softened.
Yes, it doesn't matter that he died, but his sister is so small, how could he be willing to leave her alone?
"Help me treat, what conditions do you need?" The young man looked at Yang Zimei and asked. He thought that she had hit her idea on the Yuan blue flower.
"My condition is that if you continue to live, carry forward your antique porcelain handicrafts and help him set up antique porcelain crafts company." Yang Zimei pointed to Min Gangdao.
She said that.
Not only Xiaoqing brothers and sisters, but even Min Gang looked at her in surprise.
"What do you mean?" The young man asked.
"I mean it very well, that is, I will help you treat the brain tumor and continue your life, then continue to study the craft of imitation blue and white porcelain and help him set up a company." Yang Zimei explained.
Min Gang understands that Yang Zimei is helping him to retain talents and achieve his wishes.
He looked at her gratefully--