Just imagine, while everyone else is still in the pharmacy grabbing herbs or assisting some attending physician without even touching a patient's pulse, you've already become a miraculous doctor in patients' mouths. And now, even the big hospitals are inviting you as a Flying Knife.
If you say it out loud, probably no one would believe it.
"You better not tell anyone."
Ji Xiuwen looked frustrated, "Alright."
Honestly, if Lu Xuan hadn't mentioned it, he definitely would have shared it with his classmates. After all, with an old classmate being so impressive, how could he not brag a little?
But since Lu Xuan forbade it, Ji Xiuwen had no choice but to suppress this thought with resignation.
Yet at the next moment, he leaned over and asked, "How much does the Ninth Hospital pay you for the Flying Knife fee?"
"About 2000."
"Wow, that's awesome."
Ji Xiuwen was so excited as if the two thousand yuan wasn't for Lu Xuan but for him.
