"Aunt, don't worry," the girl's voice was very light, "This will be my last race; after that, I'll concentrate solely on medicine."
Her hands were meant for practicing medicine; racing was just a hobby, not to be taken seriously anymore.
Her parents had died in the year she took the college entrance exam, and it was her aunt, Yan Ruoxue, who had helped her.
That's why she always heeded Yan Ruoxue's advice.
"Anhe, it's good that you understand this," Yan Ruoxue's tone finally softened, "Medicine is far more useful than racing; take good care of your hands. Once you return from the race, I'll take you to meet Miss Qingjia."
She was very fond of her niece, Yan Anhe, who was very promising and exceptionally talented in medicine.
At this point, Yan Ruoxue's voice also became excited for the first time, "Anhe, do you know who taught Miss Qingjia her medical skills?"
Yan Anhe was also very curious, "Who?"
She had heard the name Lin Qingjia many times from Yan Ruoxue.