In Capital City, he, Zhu Bufan, was hardly worth mentioning, just an insignificant figure so small he couldn't be smaller, but even an insignificant figure can have grand aspirations, thus Zhu Bufan had his own pride.
Of course, this is not to say that Zhu Bufan liked to pretend, but rather that he was compelled by circumstances.
The old man stared solemnly at Zhu Bufan for a while, pondering whether to believe him or not. Of course, he didn't believe it! Zhu Bufan, this kid, looked extremely young, so young that he wasn't even over 20 years old. How could such a young fellow possibly be a miraculous Divine Doctor in medicine?
There was simply no way to equate the difference in time.
"Are you really a Divine Doctor?" Old Zhou asked in an intimidating and fearful tone, once again revealing the strong aura of a superior, as if ready to pressure Zhu Bufan into a "confession".
