The cost is simply too high!
How many people are willing to endure a lifetime of solitude to explore and practice, to learn traditional Chinese medicine? Even if they are willing to study and practice this way, how many have the talent to truly grasp the unique charm of traditional Chinese medicine?
With a soft sigh, Xiao Yi turned and buried himself in the sea of medical books as clean as a mist. He had no intention of becoming a savior of traditional Chinese medicine, and the old man never intended to make him such a hero.
The old man had said, being a hero was too tiring and too lonely. It was better to be simple, genuine, and carefree, wandering the world at will and enjoying life.
Reaching out, he took out a "Herbal Medicine Classic" and stood under the bookshelf, quietly beginning to read.
"Li Zijie, why are you following me here?"
