"Chang Teng, this is my business, there's no need for you to interfere!"
Han Zixuan's face was icy, her gaze coldly fixed on Chang Teng.
"Zi Xuan, I'm doing this for your own good. This guy might have some ability, but in my opinion, he's simply subpar. Becoming his disciple would only lead you astray," Chang Teng said.
"After all, the depth and breadth of Chinese medicine in China, especially acupuncture skills, can only be taught by true masters of traditional medicine. Like me, for example, this guy looks like he's just graduated from medical school, no matter how good his acupuncture is, how good could it possibly be!"
Chang Teng said this with a face full of mockery and disdain.
However, Chang Teng had not personally witnessed Xiao Yifeng's acupuncture skills on the previous two occasions. If he had, he definitely wouldn't be speaking so dismissively.
