"You talk as if you've never had a teacher."
Old Zhou, who was busily eating his meal nearby, heard these words and responded without much thought, standing up and saying, "What, have you always been self-taught since you were a kid, Old Zhou?"
Zhou Jiande rolled his eyes at Huang Beishan, "When did I ever say I was self-taught, Old Huang? I haven't seen you for a few days, and your talk has become sharper. After all these years of friendship, I'm only now discovering how sharp your tongue can be. I've never heard your patients mention this!"
Huang Beishan put down his chopsticks and looked at Zhou Jiande, "What do you mean? Are you saying that Old Zhou found a teacher for himself?
Let me think: in the field of acupuncture, there are probably less than ten people nationwide worthy of being your teacher, Zhou Jiande. And none of them are in Yong City. Tell me, who did you apprentice under?
Old Mr. Cheng? Or Old Mr. Wang? Maybe Old Mr. He?"
