Mo Ruyue shook her head and pinched Li Zeyan's soft cheeks. "There's no more ink on your face."
"You must learn well from Miracle Doctor He Xi. The things you learn can be put to use in the future."
"Will sister get sick too?"
Li Zeyan's eyes narrowed.
"Of course. Who wouldn't get sick?"
Mo Ruyue smiled. Although cultivators had good physiques, they would rarely catch a cold or suffer a stroke.
But sometimes, if he was accidentally poisoned or had some other small illness, he would need a doctor.
It was not that cultivators did not get sick, but the probability of getting sick was lower than that of ordinary people.
However, the probability of cultivators being poisoned was higher than that of ordinary people.
And it wasn't an ordinary height.
"Yes, for my sister, I will definitely study medicine well and seriously."
Li Zeyan's face was filled with determination.
