Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Jiang Yuan was speechless.
Because of how few dicine refiners there were, each individual was as precious as the next one. As a result, Jiang Yuan used to think highly of himself and consider himself so sort of genius... However, now that he had witnessed Miss Feng’s skills, he realized how short-sighted he had been.
“She gave detailed instructions...” Watching Feng Wu busy herself among the wounded, Jiang Yuan said in amazent, “That was a very high level skill, and she taught without holding anything back. How generous and magnanimous of her... I feel so ashad of myself. I don’t deserve her grace...”
He had been stuck at the interdiate level for ages because he had no access to advanced dicine refining scriptures, which had stopped him from learning more advanced dicine refining skills.
Although Miss Feng only talked to him briefly just then, what she said would benefit him greatly!
“Wait!” Jiang Yuan cried out all of a sudden. “The notes! Do we still have those notes?”
Doctor Li nodded. “Yes, we do. We need them for the follow-up treatnts, so we kept them.”
“Give them to ! All of them!” Jiang Yuan dug the notes out of the pockets of the other dicine refiners and stuffed them all into his chest pocket!
In those notes were the most efficient and effective ways to treat wounds!
After this was over, he was going to study them carefully and morize each word until they beca his own!
Feng Wu had been keeping an eye on Doctor Jiang and saw everything he did. Because of that, she was impressed by the guy.
People who worked hard in their field would leave a good impression on others, and that was what Feng Wu saw in Doctor Jiang.
“Jiang Yuan —” Feng Wu called his na.
“Yes!” Jiang Yuan ran to her side with a smile. “Miss Feng, what do you need? Can I help you in any way?”
Feng Wu glanced at him and casually said, “The civilians back there weren’t wounded in the sa way as the soldiers; you won’t get enough case studies from those notes alone.”
“Miss Feng —” Jiang Yuan looked flustered, not expecting Miss Feng to notice his secret attempt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t an to steal from you. It’s just that...”
Feng Wu gave him a bewildered look. “What do you an by steal? What’s wrong with studying them openly?”
Jiang Yuan was pleasantly surprised. “Miss Feng, do you an that I can study those notes? Really?”
The look on Feng Wu’s face was very innocent. “You won’t be able to study those. They’re way too advanced for you. If you want to learn, start with advanced dical skills.”
After that, Feng Wu pointed at the patient she was treating. “This one here has been bitten by a Sharp-Fanged Leopard. The leopard’s fangs are venomous, and an advanced dicine refiner’s common practice is to...”
Jiang Yuan was dazed.
So, instead of criticizing him for learning from her without permission, Miss Feng was teaching him during the actual treatnt, combining theory with practice...
She was able to na all kinds of skills precisely without pausing to reflect... Exactly what level was she at?
An advanced dicine refiner? Definitely not.
Was she a Master? Or a Grandmaster?
No, no... Even if Miss Feng started learning dicine refinent right after she was born, she would have had less than twenty years of practice... How was that even possible?
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