"I know that such skills can't be taught easily," Cao Yue said nervously. "But Uncle Peng and the villagers often get injured when they go hunting in the mountains. If I can learn how to heal them, they won't die from injuries…"
Cao Yue's face flushed red. He knew that his request was too much. In the past, he had heard the storyteller say that, in many places, it was only possible to learn skills after being an apprentice for many years.
Uncle Peng had been seriously injured. Then Zhou Shu made a move, and he instantly recovered.
This ability was simply heaven-defying. What price would he have to pay to learn this ability?
Even though Cao Yue was just a village boy, he knew that he couldn't afford to pay such a price.
But when he thought about how people in the village would die every year because they lacked treatment for their injuries, Cao Yue couldn't help begging Zhou Shu.
