Speaking of which, Lin Yi suddenly paused.
Then, he quickly glanced around the surroundings.
At this moment, he noticed that hanging right behind the old man was a calligraphy painting.
At the beginning of the painting, it was clearly written, "Dean Lin's elegant calligraphy."
Damn, he's the dean.
If I'm not mistaken, he might very well be the dean of the People's Hospital.
"You, you are, you are Dean Lin?"
"Enough, no need to address me as such. Moreover, it's been decades. I believe you don't recognize me at all."
"Dean Lin, I, I..."
Lin Yi suddenly didn't know what to say anymore.
The words he had just made up were already in his head, but at this moment, he felt there was no need to say them.
Even though he had been seen through, the dean did not expose him on the spot, but rather left him a bit of dignity.
"What technique did you use just now?"
"I, I don't have any technique?"
"You don't have to lie to me. Who is your master?"
"My master?"