Liu Qingyan looked up at this, but instead of answering the director's question, she looked at Duan Chengru. "Elder Duan, do you know Lu Zheng?"
Duan Chengru's pupils constricted. "You know Lu Zheng too?"
Liu Qingyan smiled brightly and nodded happily. "We could be considered... fellow disciples, I suppose."
She thought of the time when she had first taught Lu Zheng medicine, while he had brought her medical books from Blue Star. They had studied together, exchanged ideas together, improved together, and seen patients together.
Looking back on it now, though it had only been a few years, Liu Qingyan found it sweet and deeply nostalgic.
Those had been the happiest days of her life.
No, when she got home tonight, she had to drag Lu Zheng into another private discussion about medicine.
At that thought, Liu Qingyan could not help blushing shyly again.
Upon hearing Liu Qingyan's answer, not only Duan Chengru, but all the other doctors were astonished as well.
"Fellow disciples?"
Everyone looked at one another. That phrasing alone carried the air of ancient times. Who would have thought that even in the twenty-first century, such an old inheritance still existed?
And besides...
"Then can you draw blood with silver needles?" Duan Chengru could not help asking.
Liu Qingyan nodded and said calmly, "That is merely a basic operation of guiding qi through the needles. Even if one relies solely on technique, it can actually be done."
And she was this formidable besides!
Everyone was speechless. Drawing blood with silver needles was only a basic operation of guiding qi through the needles?
Did she have to show off so effortlessly?
Back then, Lu Zheng had said that drawing blood with silver needles required qigong cultivation. But Liu Qingyan's medical skill was even greater, and she had always