"Teacher, you..."
Li Dayong couldn't imagine why his teacher, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, would have such high regard for this kid.
"Alright, Dayong, there's no need to say more."
Zhou Yizhen stopped Li Dayong and turned to Qin Yang, his expression gentle, "Little divine healer, let's go."
Qin Yang nodded, glanced casually at Li Dayong, and followed Zhou Yizhen downstairs.
In a black BMW 5 Series sedan, Qin Yang and Zhou Yizhen sat in the back, naturally, Li Dayong drove. Serving as the teacher's driver was his honor.
Being the driver for this kid, Li Dayong felt naturally a bit uneasy. However, when this kid failed to cure the patient's illness, he'd get his comeuppance.
The black BMW weaved into traffic and, after a dozen minutes, made a turn heading towards a tree-lined avenue rarely traveled by vehicles.
"Little divine healer, we are now heading to You'll Ran Residence. The patient's family should have arrived by now." Zhou Yizhen said to Qin Yang.
