"Competition? Competing at what?" Lin Tian looked at her with interest, seemingly guessing something.
"Ancient medicine! At this medical conference, we'll see whose speech is better!"
Zhao Qingtang said confidently.
"You've also been invited to the medical conference? And you can give a speech?" Lin Tian was slightly surprised. He had heard from others that this conference had high standards for its members. Most of them were middle-aged or older doctors with rich diagnostic experience. Could it be... because she is Zhao Xuefeng's granddaughter?
"Hmph! Why are you looking at me like that? I got into this conference based on my own merits!"
Seemingly seeing through Lin Tian's thoughts, Zhao Qingtang emphasized seriously.
"I can vouch for that, Qingtang definitely earned her spot through her own skills." Zhao Xuefeng agreed and then turned to Zhao Qingtang, "You, you, still that stubborn personality. When you hear me praise Lin Tian, you're not happy, huh?"
