Du Wenbin only noticed the tea leaves brought by Xinyan when he returned home, and in a good mood, he personally brewed a pot.
Initially, he didn't think much of it, but as soon as the aroma of the tea emerged, he was somewhat unsettled. He had tasted many good teas, but this tea was rare.
Having accepted such a final disciple, he, as a teacher, was truly fortunate.
Thinking about going to the military hospital again in the afternoon, his heart was even less at peace. He had previously visited Miss Zhenhua, and the condition of her leg had improved significantly. He also tried making some of the medicine himself, but it couldn't compare to what Little Xinyan had made, and he still hadn't found the reason why.
It seems that in the aspect of making medicine, that young lady truly has a talent.
If Xinyan knew what Mr. Du was thinking, she might cover her face in embarrassment. It was because of the Space Stream Water, not her talent.
