Shen Zhou nodded. "Not bad, old Sun is quite capable too. To think that after twenty or thirty generations, he now has a descendant like you to continue enhancing his medical skills," he said.
Sun Xiao Sheng nodded, set aside the White Powder Frost, and said indifferently, "Then when you're free, come and have another match with Mr. Shen."
After that, he took his wife's hand and walked away.
He seemed a bit upset.
Watching their retreating figures, Shen Zhou shrugged slightly.
Next to him, Xue Lixue was somewhat dissatisfied.
"Shen Zhou, don't you think you were too arrogant just now? No wonder he was a bit upset; you seemed to place yourself on the same level as Sun Simiao!" she said.
"After all, that was a Divine Doctor of the Ming Dynasty, his esteemed ancestor," she added.
Shen Zhou replied, "So what if he's his ancestor? Sun Simiao still hasn't reached my level."
Xue Lixue, feeling helpless, raised her hand to her forehead. "How can you be so full of hot air?" she said.
