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The black-clad man couldn't help but roll his dark eyes at her, "Why do you think he's an old man and not a young one?"
"He's been famous in Chinese medicine for a long time. Reasonably, he can't be a young person."
Mai Xiaomai suddenly sensed something, looked at him in surprise, and hesitantly asked, "You're not going to tell me you're Lin Xuanzi, are you?"
"What do you think?"
Hearing him ask this, Mai Xiaomai became even more suspicious. She carefully sized up the man in front of her.
He looked between twenty-five to thirty years old, surely not the renowned National Doctor Lin Xuanzi.
Could he have mastered the art of preserving youthful looks?
"No way, right?"
Mai Xiaomai asked, a little incredulous, "Don't scare me."
"Just scaring you!"
Seeing her expression, the black-clad man suddenly found it amusing, and the corners of his cold, thin lips curved slightly into a smile.
However, the smile did not reach the depths of his eyes, giving him an enigmatic feel.
