The petite wife was saying this as she tried to kowtow to Zhao Tiezhu, but he stopped her and didn't let her do so.
The restrained petite wife continued through tears, "Miraculous doctor, I beg you, teach me. After you leave, if Chen Yunxing's condition worsens, I can try to treat him, and perhaps my life won't be so difficult after that."
Seeing the pitiful, kneeling petite wife before him, Zhao Tiezhu did not refuse, but he did not agree either.
Instead, he said this.
"What can I say, you see, this art is not that easy to learn. It requires a lot of time, and it demands a lot from oneself!"
"Are you sure you want to study with me?"
No sooner had Zhao Tiezhu's words left his mouth than the petite wife pounded her chest and replied.
"Rest assured, miraculous doctor, before I was trafficked, I studied Chinese medicine! And my grades were quite good, I was among the best in my class!"
Upon hearing the petite wife's words, Zhao Tiezhu raised an eyebrow, but said nothing more.