Hua Tuo sighed deeply:
"How many people can you cure by becoming an official? Furthermore, the world is so chaotic now! Being an official is not easy, and there's always a danger of losing your life. Zhang Zhongjing didn't want to be an official; he chose to devote himself entirely to the Medical Dao. I fully agree with him."
He seemed to think of something, a look of pain and anger in his eyes:
"The war is endless, and more people die from the epidemics than from the fighting! So epidemics are a great harm! Someone must stand up. Zhang Zhongjing can rise in such a crisis. I admire him so much! I'm also gratified that there are kindred spirits like him in the world."
Ding Ling concurred, sincerely praising Zhang Zhongjing.
But soon.
He changed the subject.
"However..."
Ding Ling asked puzzled:
"Isn't Zhang Zhongjing from Nanyang? How did he come to know and have dealings with someone like Yhiuu Ji?"
"Hehe."
Hua Tuo chuckled:
