Under the shroud of night, in a courtyard on the southeastern outskirts of Binhai City, several large trees just showing some green buds partially concealed a quaint three-story building, but the warm lights still flickered through.
In the study on the second floor, Old Master Zhou stood behind the desk, furiously writing, while Zhou Ziyan quietly stood by.
Picking up the pen, he took a small step back, and saw the rows of writing on the rice paper, shaking his head slightly in dissatisfaction.
He rested the brush on the inkstone, and softly asked, "What do you think of Expert Lin?"
Zhou Ziyan pondered briefly, then said, "His talent is extraordinary and his medical skills are exceptional. He is disciplined and diligent, with the heart of a healer!"
Old Master Zhou softly replied and laughed, "I remember the first time I asked, your answer was not like this."
Zhou Ziyan felt a bit embarrassed and said, "Father, don't make fun of me."
