885 Slaying Fiends

Jiang Yu sighed. "Unfortunately, I figured this out too late. We have always been carrying the baggage of our ancestors, unwilling to take in the essence of other fields of medicine and their advantages. Now… What a joke. We tauted ourselves as the three medical sages of the country, but in fact, we didn't even leave behind a single compendium of our insights, nor did we teach a single disciple that is our equal to or exceeds us. On this point, we are inferior to Park Changmin."

Song Yuhe didn't say a word. Although he didn't wish to admit to it, he knew very well that although Park Changmin was an a**hole for what he was doing, he had done more for his country and people than him. Comparing the two, Song Yuhe was indeed inferior to him.

As the two conversed, the mood turned heavy. Without leaving any books behind and having managed to take in disciples to pass on their medical skills to, it was equivalent to their top TCM skills being severed!