To tell the truth, Tang Feng was truly moved.
As the old saying goes, "To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools."
With his current medical skills, he was capable of dealing with some common and complicated diseases.
But he really lacked a good set of tools.
High-quality needles like the Panlong Needles were akin to a treasured sword in a knight's hand, greatly enhancing the wielder's strength.
"These really are fine items, are you sure you want to give this set of needles to me?" Although his heart was in turmoil, he managed to keep his surface as calm as ever.
"Beauty to the fair, sword to the hero. Such fine needles should be given to a young talent like you, so they can be put to good use. In the hands of an old fellow like me, they would only be buried."
Mao Anyi said this against his will, with his heart bleeding internally.
It had been quite a struggle for him to find such a fine set of needles.
