An old man with snow-white hair walked over: "I know a little about acupuncture!"
This old man wasn't tall, and since he stood at the back of the crowd, Lin Tian wouldn't have seen him if he hadn't stepped forward himself.
"Mr. Chen, you..."
Wu Genren heard the voice and turned his head. He was halfway through his sentence when the old man's piercing gaze silenced him.
"Is this old man someone significant?"
Clearly sensing the change in the old man's eyes, Lin Tian wondered to himself.
He couldn't help but take a closer look at the old man and asked, "Are you a practitioner of ancient medicine?"
Dressed in appropriate traditional Chinese clothing, the old man wore ordinary old Kanyue City cloth shoes. Although his hair and beard were slightly white, he was full of energy and vigor.
A typical case of an old soul with a young heart.
The old man was very humble: "I wouldn't call myself a practitioner of ancient medicine; I just know a little acupuncture!"
