Zhao Xiong also furrowed his brow. He didn't know about the situation with Lei Qingtian, as Yang Qi had requested secrecy. Seeing how young Yang Qi was, he was naturally skeptical. Moreover, Lin Qingxuan had claimed that Yang Qi was a practitioner of National Medicine.
National Medicine was different from Western medicine. A Western practitioner could be young and highly skilled, but National Medicine required years of accumulated experience. Without sufficient time to build that experience, becoming a skilled practitioner was impossible. Even an outsider like him knew this much.
"Hmph! A beardless boy can't be trusted with important matters," Qin Shanshui scoffed. "Fortunately, City Lord Zhao invited me. Otherwise, this quack might have delayed everything. Miss Lin, you are far too reckless. Did this boy fool you with just a few sweet words?"
