"Auntie, it's my regret that I can't be your disciple. Can I call you teacher?" Jing Changle asked.
Beisitian was his mentor; in his heart, he regarded her as a master, but she refused to take him as a disciple. However, calling her teacher should be okay.
Beisitian chuckled and patted his head, "When you find out about your origins, when you understand your future, if at that time you still wish to call me teacher, I will agree."
By that time, it would mean this kid is good, not tainted by interests, not blinded by the hustle and bustle.
Jing Changle was still somewhat confused. He sighed inwardly, knowing that he probably still needed to put in effort to call her teacher.
...
In a rural hospital, outside a ward, quite a few nurses were gathered and wouldn't leave.
A patient arrived here a few days ago, and the area in front of this ward has been like this ever since.
