Master Chang called Xing Er over. He was seated while Xing Er stood.
Master Chang exposed his wrist and calmly looked at Xing Er, saying, "Remember this, it's the Death Vein."
With those words, tears immediately flowed from Xing Er's eyes.
But in the next second, Xing Er wiped away her tears with her sleeve, trying to calm her emotions and extending her trembling fingers with restraint.
"As a healer, one should have long seen through life and death. Master is ninety-eight this year, it's enough."
Xing Er's restrained tears fell again.
Master Chang's voice was stern, yet filled with affection.
"Calm your heart."
"If a healer's heart isn't calm, the pulse won't be accurate."
Xing Er bit her lower lip, taking a deep breath.
"Master, I understand."
Xing Er's cold fingertips touched Master Chang's pulse as he began to explain the Death Vein to her.
Jiang Cheng and the others listened quietly, deeply touched.
Legacy is never just a simple matter of two words.
