Many eyes suddenly fell on Xin Lin, some suspicious, some confused, but most were incredulous.
"Her?"
Huang Xuerou's mother looked troubled.
This divine doctor was, after all, too young.
And she's Xuerou's classmate, isn't she just a child?
"Xuerou, what's going on? It's already such a critical time, yet you're fooling around."
An older man in his thirties scolded.
"Uncle, Xin Lin's medical skills are remarkable. Her father is Chu Beiqing."
Huang Xuerou replied unsatisfied.
She had great confidence in Xin Lin's medical skills. Earlier, Zuo Mingshang, Lu Yuan, and those injured spiritual practitioners from the Spirit Institute, were all healed by Xin Lin.
"Chu Beiqing's daughter? The top scorer in this year's Zixiao Palace Exam?"
By the bedside, an old woman with graying hair raised her head.
"That's me, junior."
Xin Lin bowed respectfully.
