Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"You haven’t even changed your clothes."

"I’ll change later."

Then Malin made a gesture, and Bei Luo took the lead and walked into the passage.

When Malin was about to leave, the elderly man’s voice of gratitude made Malin stop his steps. Turning around, looking at the old man and the more than ten apprentices beside him, Malin smiled and nodded: "Mr. Zhang, you don’t need to thank me."

"How can that be? Everyone says that medical skills are the highest achievement. Generally speaking, some unique skills are not easily shown to others, but this time you taught me this technique. I... I don’t know how to thank you."

"No need to thank me. I heard everyone say you are a divine doctor who has helped countless people, so... I just hope you can continue in your lifetime. Helping countless lives is the best gratitude for me." After saying this, Malin paused for a moment: "By the way, I hope to gather all renowned doctors in your name. I want to tell them that the more people know certain knowledge, the better. There’s no need to hoard medical skills. I am willing to exchange all the techniques I know for them to openly share their talents... If possible, I want to establish the Thainan Medical Association to allow all who are dedicated to saving lives to achieve their wishes."

"...I will do my best to convene my old friends, even if they’re my old rivals, I will tell them..." The old man hesitated, and Malin smiled and nodded, indifferent to the old man’s little scheming: "I know, the choice is in their hands."

The old man smiled contentedly.

Malin smiled and took out a bottle of potion, tossing it to him: "Drink this, it will heal the hidden injuries you have. This way, when you encounter old rivals with foul mouths, give them a good beating, and then tell them if they still refuse to come, tell them they’ll be excluded from the Thainan Medical Academy led by a prince, and can spend the rest of their lives regretting it with their medical sect."