On the way back, looking at Zhu Xiaozhu's silent demeanor, Ling Chen couldn't help but say, "Xiaozhu, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, you and your Master..."
"This is not your fault." Zhu Xiaozhu interrupted Ling Chen, responding, "The fault lies with my Master, and it has nothing to do with you. The essence of studying medicine is to save lives, but my Master has been blinded by fame and hatred, forgetting the original purpose of medicine. On this point, I don't agree with her approach. As a doctor, I only stand on my ground and make the right choice."
"Then what about your Master?"
"I don't know." Zhu Xiaozhu sighed lightly, looking a little desolate.
