"Wei Lin?"
Xu Zishuai scratched his eyebrows and reached out to touch Liang Qu's forehead.
Liang Qu leaned back to avoid it, "Senior brother, what are you doing?"
"I thought you were delirious with fever, so I wanted to help you check. Don't look at me like that, I've also studied medicine. I'm known in Pingyang Prefecture as the dashing young miracle doctor, the eighteenth successor of Taiyin Divine Needle. One needle, and I can bring the dead back to life."
Xu Zishuai dropped his hand, turned his head, and popped a lychee into his mouth, saying vaguely, "Wei Lin's faction doesn't get along with General Xu, how did you think of letting Wei Lin bid?"
"If he bids, then I'll have a chance. Or we don't need Wei Lin—we could let Master Wu, who came from Hezhou, take it, but his strength is obviously not as good as Wei Lin's, so it's unlikely."
Xiang Changsong wondered, "Junior brother, what opportunity are you looking for?"
