Tan You… What could Tan You say? She had learned Alchemy from Jin Yuan, but that didn't mean she could diagnose illnesses just because she could refine pills. 'Oh well, I'll just see how it goes.'
'Speaking of which, should I unlock the skill of traditional Chinese medicine? I hear Old Cai is a good doctor. Maybe I should go learn a thing or two from him in my spare time?'
In the private room, Chen Jiao put on a show of taking Uncle Fu's pulse. Across from her, Uncle Fu's expression was calm, without a trace of nervousness or worry. Tan You's spiritual power swept over every inch of Uncle Fu's body, and she could only sigh in the end.
Tan You: "When we get back, I'll teach you how to refine a couple batches of medicine. It should buy him about two more years."
Chen Jiao's fingers twitched. "Is there no other way?"
