When Old Wang learned that the Southern Faction of Traditional Chinese Medicine wasn't joking around, he couldn't help but smile with amusement.
"Indeed, young people should have confidence. I agree to the Medical Competition with you!"
Wang Taisui truly had the demeanor of a great master, and in fact, his agreement to the Medical Competition with Lin Dong, whether he won or lost, was a thankless task for him.
If he won, as a senior, it was expected by others.
If he lost, it would greatly affect his reputation.
Nevertheless, he was willing to give Lin Dong, the young man, an opportunity.
With such magnanimity, he was truly worthy of his title as the top Chinese medicine practitioner in Dragon Country.
"Grandpa, Lin Dong isn't qualified to compete with you in a Medical Competition!" Wang Xiuxin was the first one to speak up.
