"I've memorized only some theoretical knowledge. As for the actual medical skill, I don't understand it. I need hands-on practice. As for pulse diagnosis, I might know a bit, but I can't be precise."
"It's good for you to learn medicine as well, at least you can protect yourself." Although Lu Sangqi seemed dismissive, he didn't refuse her. Instead, he took the initiative to find an excuse, a perfect example of someone whose words say one thing, but actions say another.
"Shall I choose from your library?" Ye Muyu raised an eyebrow, seeking his opinion.
Lu Sangqi said, "I'll go with you."
As he spoke, without waiting for Ye Muyu to counter, he directly called the servant boy attending by his side and got himself into a wooden wheelchair, pushing outwards.
Ye Muyu followed along and entered the library of Lu's Medical Hall.