"That is indeed fortunate for me."
Qin Lin forced a smile and nodded, though he truly didn't care. His top priority was to coax Xu Diandian into practicing martial arts and then win her heart. As for this Mr. Zhao Sr. and some so-called miraculous doctor from Yanjing, Qin Lin honestly couldn't be bothered.
So what if this doctor is miraculous? What does that have to do with me? Could he be more miraculous than Mr. Qin Sr. and actually cure my Mandala Corpse Poison?
"Exactly. These famous masters of traditional Chinese medicine are usually far too busy to gather like this, aren't they?" the middle-aged man said with a laugh. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Mr. Xu Sr.'s nephew and disciple. You can just call me Xu De."
"Uncle De." Qin Lin respectfully stepped into the car. "Mr. Xu Sr. is also a renowned master of traditional Chinese medicine in Jinling. It's an honor for them to get to meet him."
