Ji Yunchen could only change the way he addressed him. "Ninth Master, I just want to ask who sutured your wound. The level of suturing is really extraordinary!"
Xie Jiuhan snorted and touched his wound. He raised his chin and said proudly, "Feng Qing naturally stitched it up for me."
Ji Yunchen nodded and replied, "Oh." The next second, he jumped up and looked at Xie Jiuhan with his large eyes. "D*mn, what did you say? Little Qingqing stitched you up? She… she knows medicine? Or did she learn medicine? That's not right. She clearly studied music and finance. When did she learn medicine? That's strange. If she's not a doctor, how could she know how to sew someone's wound?"
In an instant, ten thousand question marks surged in Ji Yunchen's mind. Xie Jiuhan glanced at him indifferently and gave him an impatient look. Ji Yunchen revealed a gaze filled with curiosity and looked at Xie Jiuhan pitifully, begging Xie Jiuhan to give him an answer.
