"Yes, if Old Liu does some work he's capable of, he'll feel more at ease. Being cooped up at home all day, letting his mind wander, isn't good for his health. Getting out to the hospital, breathing some fresh air, will also lift his spirits."
But Old Liu was hesitant, his head lowered and his gaze evasive.
After a long moment, he finally said in a low voice, "I've been getting muddled lately, and my memory isn't so good... I'm afraid I won't be of any help and will just cause trouble for everyone... I don't want to be a burden."
"You won't be any trouble, Uncle Liu."
Song Qingya's tone was firm.
"All you'll have to do is sort medicinal herbs, arrange equipment, and register inventory information. It's all simple, repetitive work that doesn't require much thought. If you're willing, how about you come with me after dinner for a look around and to learn the way? We can get you familiar with the environment first, okay?"
