Fang Yi came up to the flat-headed man, pulled over a chair, sat down with legs crossed, and said with a smile, "Second Martial Brother? Could you stretch out your right hand, please?"
"Wow, Little Martial Brother, you really know medicine?" Leng Wushuang seemed to have discovered a new world.
"Hehe, look at what Third Martial Sister is saying, my Unrivaled Medical Skills are unmatched in the world." Fang Yi smiled.
"Hehe, really?" Even Leng Wushuang couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "Little Martial Brother, you're really full of it, I can't compare."
"You, not even close." The flat-headed man interjected.
"..."
Leng Wushuang chuckled again, forcing a smile.
Meanwhile, Li Yinong, who was beside them, also smiled sheepishly. Originally, she was lost in memories, her eyes slightly sour, but she had to force a smile at this point.
This Fang Xiaotian really could brag, claiming Unrivaled Medical Skills and unmatched in the world.
