Zhang Muchun's arrival immediately caught the attention of many people.
You have to know, for such a towering figure in medicine to come to Longcheng, the person he's here for must not be simple.
Many people wished to use this opportunity to connect with Zhang Muchun.
There were also those hoping to ask Zhang Muchun for help treating some of their own ailments.
On the plane, Zhang Muchun, dressed in traditional attire, was flipping through patient files while mumbling to himself.
"Wu Guizhen, such an ordinary person, how could she make Lin Yanan intervene?"
Beside Zhang Muchun sat a young man.
The man had long hair and a very androgynous style, his face indistinguishable in gender.
One could say if he wore a dress, not many would mistake him for a man.
The man's name was Bai Mo, Zhang Muchun's most prized disciple, and also his little ancestor.
Hearing Zhang Muchun's words, Bai Mo smiled faintly.
