Lin Fusheng couldn't help but lower his head slightly, avoiding that intense gaze.
After a moment of silence, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he slowly began to speak:
"My days are quite stable now. Although the clinic isn't large, I've poured half of my life's effort into it. Every day I'm busy with consultations and making medicine. As time goes by, the ambition and courage I once had have been dulled by mundane life, losing their sharp edge."
"Therefore, I'm afraid it'll be difficult for me to return to my old ways..."
The Professor's gaze was penetrating, as if trying to delve into the depths of Lin Fusheng's heart for the answer.
After a while, he sighed softly and said:
"I understand, sorry to have bothered you tonight."
Lin Fusheng looked up at the Professor in surprise.
He had expected the other party to continue persuading him, or even show disappointment or anger, but he was unexpectedly calm.
