After talking for so long, Song Yaoyao's mouth had gone dry. She picked up the tea Director Li had poured for her earlier and took a sip. Just then, Director Li dropped to his knees before her with a thud.
Song Yaoyao spat out her tea and immediately began coughing.
Director Li had not expected to startle her. He quickly stood up and apologized:
"Princess Jiahe, I'm sorry. I only wanted to ask you to take me as your master's disciple. I didn't mean to frighten you!"
Song Yaoyao coughed for quite a while before finally recovering.
She had never expected Director Li to pull something like this. Waving a hand, she said:
"It's all right."
Director Li knelt again and said:
"Princess Jiahe, please accept me as your disciple."
"Do you really want to learn from me?"
"Yes."
"All right. Since you want to learn, I'll certainly teach you everything I know.
"But there's no need to formally become my disciple. Please get up!"
"That absolutely won't do. You must accept me as your disciple."
Song Yaoyao knew that medical knowledge in ancient times was passed down through established lineages, either to one's children and grandchildren or to one's disciples. Without a recognized place in that lineage, no one would be willing to teach you.
Song Yaoyao had the soul of a modern person and did not think that way at all. As long as someone wanted to learn, she would certainly be willing to teach them.
Besides, Director Li was older than her own father. Song Yaoyao did not want a disciple of his age following her around in the future. Just thinking about it made her feel awkward.
Song Yaoyao told Director Li to get up, but he insisted on becoming her disciple. Just then, a