"Boss Zheng, I've changed my clothes. Can I come in and have a look?" An old voice said in the hall.
"Master Yan, please come in." Zheng Ren said softly as he carried out the surgery without raising his head.
Master Yan, what a familiar name. Ever since director Qiu came in and saw master Yan, he felt that his hands and feet were a little stiff.
In the heavenly South, master Yan was a legend. The folk custom master who was as cold as an Ice Mountain today was just an outer disciple who couldn't even enter the mountain Gate. He was just like a short-term doctor in master Yan's eyes. That person had no status at all in master Yan's eyes.
Many in-service training doctors said that they had learned from someone, but those Almighties would not remember a particular in-service training doctor at all. If they cherished talents, they would do everything they could to keep a truly talented person by their side and nurture them.
