Shangguan Yue collected her thoughts and took out a business card from her pocket, handing it to Ling Fan along with her signature.
Ling Fan never chased celebrities. His earlier words were just an excuse to strike up a conversation. Glancing at the signature, he noted it was graceful and recognizable, unlike some celebrities' signatures that resembled a doctor's prescription, undecipherable hieroglyphs.
"Hello, my name is Ling Fan!" Ling Fan politely introduced himself.
"Excuse me for asking, but are you really a martial artist?" Shangguan Yue couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
A hint of curiosity flashed in Ling Fan's eyes. "You know about martial artists? Well, yes, you could say that!"
Upon receiving Ling Fan's response, Shangguan Yue felt a sense of relief in her heart, and with a glimmer of hope in her beautiful eyes, she inquired, "May I know if you're skilled in medicine?"
