Feng Dingchu's rhinitis finally eased after Chu Qianli performed acupuncture on him.
"You're said to be the Divine Doctor," Chu Qianli said with a look of disdain.
To think he couldn't even handle rhinitis, completely blocked up in both nostrils, having to breathe with his mouth open, not a trace of the temperament of a hermit expert.
Feng Dingchu almost rolled his eyes at her.
In over thirty years, this was the first time he'd been disdained to this extent.
"Healers can't heal themselves, haven't you heard? Besides, this nasal condition is incurable, with no medicine to treat it."
"But actually, it could be completely cured with surgery, once and for all," he reflected. However, he wasn't at the stage yet where surgery was an absolute necessity.
That kind of surgery, best avoided if possible, was, after all, too close to the brain.
Feng Dingchu lay in the grass, looking up at the azure sky, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
