The young man was waiting for Zhao Xueying to praise him or to give him an admiring look. He was full of confidence, but Zhao Xueying turned her head to ask Fang Yi instead, which was a blow to the young man.
However, although the young man was angry, he could only keep it in his heart and not show it.
The young man glanced at Fang Yi, scrutinizing him carefully but finding nothing unusual. His attire was quite ordinary, and the young man couldn't understand how this seemingly average and plain guy could be with such a noble, mature, and beautiful woman.
He couldn't figure it out.
Fang Yi wasn't planning on telling him.
"Right and not right," Fang Yi said, giving an answer to Zhao Xueying.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Xueying asked.
"The origin of Chinese medicine is not from the Spring and Autumn Period but originates from the Primitive Times. From the moment humans existed, so did Chinese medicine; many people just don't know it."
