"Chief Lin, hello, I am a reporter from the Lecture Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine. May I interview you?"
"Chief Lin, who did you study under, and why have we never heard your name in the Traditional Chinese Medicine circles before?"
"Chief Lin, the Southern Faction of Traditional Chinese Medicine hasn't elected a chief for nearly a hundred years. Why were you unanimously chosen?"
"..."
At the moment, a swarm of reporters was converging on Lin Dong.
They bombarded him with a series of questions.
And they were clicking away with their cameras.
The flashing lights were dazzling Lin Dong a bit.
Medicine King, Needle King, and the others were somewhat worried. After all, Lin Dong was young and facing such intense scrutiny under the lights. Were they wondering if he could handle it?
Would his responses be proper?
And would he get lost in the fame?
They had all witnessed Lin Dong's medical skills, so they weren't worried about that, but these were their concerns.
