The elder waved his hand and said with a smile, "No matter, as a master I naturally understand my own health better than you. Besides, the purpose of studying medicine is merely to treat illnesses and people. Like now, when I sit idly every day, I only occasionally go out for a consultation."
"What you're suggesting is not nurturing my health, but waiting for death..."
The young man opened his mouth, unsure of how to respond, and there was a hidden sadness in his eyes.
However, the elder's brows were rather open-minded, clearly not concerned with the so-called illness. Wang Anfeng's eyes flickered slightly, observing the elder's features clearly, and with a slight movement in his heart, he suddenly spoke up:
"Elder, may I take your pulse?"
The elder made a light sound of intrigue, looked at Wang Anfeng, and smiled:
"Little brother, are you a descendant of a medical family?"
Wang Anfeng replied:
