Tang Chuxia was filled with endless grief when she met Elder Huang.
"Why? Didn't you used to call me Master?"
Elder Huang's words immediately brought a smile to Tang Chuxia's face: "Master, how can you say that? I'm definitely your disciple!"
Elder Huang snorted coldly, "Less nonsense. Once we're there, I won't have time to keep an eye on you. Your acupuncture skills are impressive, so you'll be able to assist!"
Many people were suffering from cold illnesses due to the disaster, so there would surely be a lot of patients.
In the dead of winter, anyone would feel uncomfortable from such calamity.
Typically, it would be snowing at this time, but instead, there was a flood.
It was extraordinarily strange.
Tang Chuxia assured that she would obediently follow instructions and not act recklessly.