393 Panic-stricken

Lin Fan was busy working. When he received the call from Zhao Mingqing, he had been slightly taken aback. He had never thought that he would really have a disciple. It was a feeling that he had never had before and he wasn't quite used to it.

It was going to be a legitimate ceremony and not just a verbal agreement. His title wouldn't be the same anymore and naturally, he would have a larger burden to carry. If he couldn't teach his disciple well, it wouldn't be the disciple's fault, it would be his, as the master. Especially in the field of Chinese medicine, he couldn't take teaching as a joke. He had to do it properly and honestly. He had to explain every problem clearly. Otherwise, if a problem were to occur, it would be his fault.

In the clothing shop, Lin Fan specially selected a set of appropriate clothing. In any setting or situation, when it was time to be serious, he had to be serious.