"You're welcome." Zhu Yanyi accepted the title without hesitation.
Zhang Haifeng, standing nearby, took Zhu Yanyi’s mention of killing formations seriously. If someone truly understood such arrays, it was far more terrifying than mere killing. "Little one, do you have a way to break such a killing formation?"
Zhu Yanyi tilted her head and thought for a moment. "It depends on the type of formation. I can handle the basic ones now. But if you give me five years, I won’t be afraid of any formation." After all, she had only studied for a short time. It wasn’t boasting; with five more years of study, human killing arrays would be a piece of cake for her.
Zhang Haifeng nodded, remembering her words. "By the way, what do you want to be in the future?"
"A doctor," Zhu Yanyi said seriously. "Don’t you see I’m studying medicine hard? I really hope to be a military doctor. I want to heal our country’s most lovely people. But not everyone can be a military doctor, so I won’t force it. Even if I can’t be one, being a regular doctor is fine. Healing everyone, making them happy, and keeping them free from illness—that’s my dream." Zhu Yanyi wasn’t a saint, but this thought made her heart feel warm and happy.
"That is also the mission of the Medical Buddha Maiden," Zhang Haifeng said.
Zhu Yanyi looked serious. "Even if I weren’t the Medical Buddha Maiden, I would still study medicine. I love it." One’s true passion is priceless. Because she loved it, she could keep going.
"Since you’ve chosen this path, keep walking it. I believe you can do it," Yan Aohan said seriously. "Besides, I might get injured in the future. With you, Little Divine Doctor, I’m not afraid."
Zhu Yanyi glared at Yan Aohan, unhappy. "Please get injured less. Too many injuries are bad." Although she wanted to be a doctor, she didn’t want to treat people who didn’t cherish themselves.
"Yes, yes, the Little Divine Doctor is right." Yan Aohan quickly bowed his hands. Although his face remained expressionless, the scene was quite funny.
It was rare to see Yan Aohan acting silly. Zhang Haifeng was amazed.
Yan Aohan’s background was top-tier. The Yan family was not only at the peak of the capital’s elite families but also one of the three hidden ancient families. Yan Aohan was not only the late-born son of Old Master Yan but also the head of the Yan family. Zhang Haifeng only knew this because he had become Yan Aohan’s trusted confidant. This was one of the reasons he chose to follow him.
Perhaps because of this status, Yan Aohan had been cold since childhood. After a traumatic ordeal, he became even colder, losing all facial expressions. Although they now knew it was puppet syndrome, the Yan family didn’t know. So, everyone treated him with extreme caution. No one dared to joke with him, not even his parents or siblings. In the Yan family, he was supreme.
Although his expressions hadn’t returned, his tone had started to change. For Zhang Haifeng, this was a significant discovery. Looking at the spirited little girl in front of him, even he felt comfortable around her, let alone someone like Yan Aohan. Those at the peak often feel lonely and cold. But when such a person cares for someone, it means they have truly accepted them into their heart.