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... melled it, then tasted it slightly, and finally swirled it around to check its condition.

“What are you doing?”

“Incredible. This is truly remarkable. You made something this amazing in such a short time? Where on earth did you learn this?”

Hua Tuo’s eyes sparkled.

“I don’t need to teach you anything.”

Then, in a firm voice, he said:

“I should be learning from you. That decoction-making technique, what exactly is it!”

At first, Ethan though ...

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