Did she know medicine, or didn't she?
The question was a real head-scratcher.
Logically, Ji Huan did know medicine. But what Xin Ziqi meant by "knowing" was clearly on another level.
"You could say I know a little," Ji Huan said, making a tiny gap with her thumb and forefinger. "Just scratching the surface."
Xin Ziqi shook his head. "I get the feeling you know more than just the basics."
Xin Ziqi had harbored this suspicion for some time now.
Back when Dabao was brought to the Medical Ethics Hall, his injured leg had already been simply splinted. While it seemed like a simple technique, it wasn't something just anyone could do.
Moreover, her ability to develop a hand cream showed she was well-versed in pharmacology and the properties of medicinal herbs.
Combined with her diagnosis and treatment of the vagrant's injuries, all these signs led to one basic conclusion: Ji Huan knew medicine.
