"Dr. Lu's talent is not something an average person can learn."
Just one glance made Zhou Jiande a bit reluctant to look away. If Lu Xuan hadn't been invited by the United South Chinese Medicine Association to practice, he would've wanted to take Lu Xuan as a disciple. With such talent, it wouldn't take long for him to graduate; three to five years... no, maybe just one or two years before he could surpass his masters.
Zhou Jiande had a look of regret.
He looked out the corner of his eye at his two students earnestly watching Lu Xuan's needle work, his eyes full of disdain.
Indeed, comparison can be discouraging.
Originally, he was quite satisfied with these two students, but after seeing Lu Xuan, he felt the urge to expel them from his mentorship.
"Elder Zhou, you can just call me Lu," Lu Xuan grinned.
He now considered himself half a student of Elder Zhou, so how could he let the other call him Dr. Zhou?
