"You're an orphan too?" Zi Qin asked softly.
"Yeah, it seems like all of us studying traditional Chinese medicine are orphans," Lin Feng replied with a double meaning. Not only were they literal orphans, but practitioners of Chinese medicine were often mocked, even by their own countrymen, and felt isolated and unsupported.
"But you still have a master. I don't even have one anymore. I don't want to learn anymore," Zi Qin said, feeling disheartened about learning medicine.
Lin Feng wanted to say something else when suddenly there was a commotion outside the courtyard wall. He was puzzled, opened the door, and saw many people standing outside.
These people were holding fresh flowers, gently placing them outside the courtyard wall, and then kneeling down to kowtow three times towards the medical hall. They were all quiet and solemn, gently placing flowers, bowing respectfully, and silent throughout the process—a profound atmosphere prevailed.
