"I would also like to take a look, young friend, would it be possible..."
Zhou Yizhen hesitated for a moment. The art of acupuncture is traditionally passed down in a straight line, and usually, practitioners do not allow their peers to observe. However, he was truly curious about Qin Yang. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes "observing, listening, questioning, and feeling the pulse." Qin Yang had merely glanced at Ruan Liang yet had already known his ailments. In this regard, he still believed Qin Yang had skills and, with a thick-skinned face, opened his mouth to ask.
Qin Yang glanced at Zhou Yizhen. The old man's face was kind, and his words were sincere; he wasn't annoying at all. Qin Yang then nodded.
"Qin Yang, may I come in too?" Ruan Xinxue asked softly, worrying about her grandfather.
"Sure, as long as you don't interfere with my acupuncture," replied Qin Yang rather nonchalantly.
