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"How long have you been studying medicine?"
Lu Tong was startled and looked back.
The young man was sitting in front of a small table in the room, vigorously fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. The medicine pot made a "gurgling" boiling sound, and white steam rose up, blurring his expression not so clearly.
He always personally prepared the medicine for Lu Tong.
Ji Xun's coachman had once offered to do it for him but was refused by Ji Xun, who insisted that the medicine would be ineffective if not cooked with the correct flame and timing. He insisted on preparing it himself.
Lu Tong didn't understand him—a young master, who appeared to have been raised in comfort, was personally preparing medicine for a passerby they had met by chance.
Either Ji Xun was scheming something significant, or he was just a foolishly kind-hearted fool.
After a moment of silence, she said, "I am not a doctor."
