The next day, when Qin Han arrived at the medical hall, Zhong Yuanliang immediately broke into a smile upon seeing him and said, "Mr. Qin, I heard you proposed yesterday?"
"Hmm, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten!" Qin Han said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuanliang spoke with confusion, "Mr. Qin, what have you forgotten?"
"Nothing much, just that your progress in martial arts seems a bit slow, you need to speed it up." Qin Han glanced at Zhong Yuanliang and spoke flatly.
"Are you going to refine more elixirs?" Zhong Yuanliang asked, still puzzled.
Qin Han let out a cold laugh, "No need, from now on, I'll practice with you for an hour every afternoon!"
After saying this, Qin Han walked straight into the medical hall.
"Ah?" Zhong Yuanliang finally understood the implication in Qin Han's words and immediately howled in despair.
"This is terrible~~~~~~"
Seeing two elderly men who had suddenly appeared in the medical hall, Qin Han was taken aback.