Hua Rong nodded, looked up at Qingfeng, and asked expectantly, "Senior brother, can you grant me a wish?"

Listening to his junior brother's soft words, Qingxin's eyes softened even more, as if he would give Hua Rong the stars in the sky if she wanted them.

"I want to engage with the world."

Qingxin was somewhat surprised, but answered softly without hesitation: "No, junior brother, although your martial arts are strong, your body is too weak. Moreover, people's hearts are complicated, and you will be disappointed."

Hua Rong didn't expect her senior brother, who had doted on her since childhood, to agree, so she obediently nodded and didn't continue the topic.

He nodded with a sense of peace and comfort.

#My junior brother is both handsome and well-behaved#

The two returned to the temple together. Qingxin went to the front temple to find a destined person for Guiyuan's relics, while she returned to her meditation room and drank bitter medicine.

A doctor cannot heal himself.

After drinking a bowl of bitter medicine, Hua Rong packed his bags and sighed in this way.

This body was poisoned in the womb, and it was only thanks to Guiyuan's years of recuperation that she survived; otherwise, she would have been long gone.

Guiyuan taught her Buddhist principles and medical skills, so she had to fulfill his last wish—to study medical texts—no matter what.

According to Guiyuan, the Medical Classic is already the best medical book in the world, and if she wants it to be even better, she must engage with the world.

The essence of practicing medicine lies in the word "practicing".

At Jingyang Temple, with Guiyuan's protection, she lived a good life.

Now, we should also step into the world and help him fulfill his last wishes.

She also wanted to know what level her medical skills had reached after ten years of study.

After finishing the letter to Qingxin, Hua Rong glanced at the sky outside the window.

If it gets dark, just run away.