Whose wastrel son is this, thinking of selling a family heirloom medical book? How could that ever be sold? For a moment, she didn't even know how to respond.
Seeing that she was only seven or eight years old, he didn't take it seriously and simply turned his eyes to Zuo Guanglu.
Uncle Lul was also startled by these words and quickly looked at Monkey Bro.
Monkey Bro shot Qixun a look, thinking, Our family isn't short on silver nowadays, so why are you asking this?
In truth, Qixun had only copied it herself; selling or not was secondary. She just felt that if she didn't ask, all her work had been for nothing.
Moreover, she truly believed that skills and prescriptions in medicine were for saving lives, and the wider they spread, the better; at least, the more people at home who could learn and apply them, the better.
If there were a chance, she thought her Third Sister, that Divine Doctor, not taking disciples was simply the greatest waste of talent.
