It was called a casual chat, but in reality, it was mostly Xin Ziqi asking questions and Ji Huan answering.
Xin Ziqi was a bit hesitant at first, but when he saw that Ji Huan had no intention of holding anything back, he gradually relaxed and opened up.
Naturally, their conversation revolved around the anesthetic, the plaster cast, and the strange, peculiar words that Ji Huan would occasionally let slip during the surgery.
By the end of their talk, Xin Ziqi sighed with admiration. "Your esteemed master is truly someone to be revered."
'This master was a peculiar one. It was one thing for someone with such profound medical expertise to leave no trace in the apricot forest, but to then pass on his life's work to a female disciple was another matter entirely.'
He didn't mean to look down on Ji Huan. On the contrary, he was now thoroughly impressed by her.
But such were the times.
