"Brother Lin is right, what we need to learn in medicine isn't just medical skills. There's a lot more to learn," Dean Miao sighed.
"Mr. Miao, you old and young here are having such an emotional chat. Are you going to see patients or not? The line's almost out to the school gate," Zi Yan reminded helplessly. She couldn't understand how the old and the young could talk so energetically. Wasn't there supposed to be a generation gap between young people and the elderly?
"Little Zi is right. I've been too focused on chatting with Brother Lin. Let's begin, shall we?" Dean Miao felt a bit embarrassed, then turned to Lin Tian, saying, "Brother Lin, it's all up to you today. I'm just an observer. You can treat me as your student."
Lin Tian thought, I wouldn't dare to take on such an old student. If your disciples and grandchildren hear about this, won't they spit on me? The students lined up heard that it was starting, and a girl sat down in front of Lin Tian.
