Liou Qingcheng sat right next to Zhao Xuefeng, propping her chin up and listening intently to every word spoken by the older and younger man.
Although there was a lot she couldn't understand, she didn't say a word, just listened carefully, recording their conversation, and occasionally taking notes in a small notebook.
Liou Qingcheng had barely any exposure to ancient medicine. What she knew was just about the number of bones in a human body, its structure, and acu-points.
Moreover, the knowledge in her mind was superficial, and all she could do was listen, look, and record more.
She wasn't in a rush because she could ask Lin Tian anytime about what she didn't understand, so she didn't interrupt their conversation.
She gazed absently at Lin Tian as he elaborated at length, thinking how increasingly inscrutable this guy seemed.
When she first met him, he was just a lagging student, an insignificant passerby.
