"Zhao Xing, since you don't know which branch suits you, try them all."
"You may consult the annotated Common Materia Medica on the second floor of the Medical Text Pavilion, and you may also collect a fine knife and a Five-Element Fire-Qi Furnace."
Just as medicine had to suit the illness, instruction had to suit the student. Since Zhao Xing had said he did not know which path suited him, Zheng Yulin let him try them all first.
Thanks to Zhao Xing's performance in the monthly assessment, Zheng Yulin had given him complete freedom to choose.
"Thank you, Master Zheng." Zhao Xing hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
Only Grade A apprentices could call him Master Zheng, because they alone counted as Zheng Yulin's true disciples. The others were merely apprentices, their relationship with him more employer and employee than teacher and student.
Such treatment drew no jealous looks. Instead, there was some sympathy, and even a little schadenfreude.
As the saying went, one could bite off more than one could chew. A person's energy was limited. If Zhao Xing tried to learn everything, he might accomplish nothing in a month.
Yet the requirements remained the same. Whatever Zhao Xing chose, he had to meet Zheng Yulin's target by the end of the month.
Choosing the Trauma Medicine Branch meant mastering the Fine-Knife Technique; choosing the Inner Qi Branch meant cultivating the five internal qi flames; choosing the Herbal Medicine Branch meant memorizing the annotations to Common Materia Medica.
Zhao Xing had no such worries. He merely wondered why no one had mentioned the Acupuncture and Moxibustion Branch or the Incantation Healing Branch.
Only after class ended did he learn from the others that their eldest senior sister, Su Jinyu, was the only one who could study acupuncture and moxibustion. No one