After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yu couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation in his heart.
After all, Bian Shengyi is ranked second among the three Saint Physicians of Dragon Country, and his reputation is even more resounding than Sun Xuansheng's.
For someone of his level, in the entire Dragon Country, there are countless big figures who have sought him for treatment.
Zhou Yu is confident that his medical skills should be stronger than Bian Shengyi's, but when it comes to reputation and connections, he can't compare.
So, given Bian Shengyi's status, wanting to meet him proactively is actually a good thing for him.
Just as Zhou Yu was contemplating, a middle-aged man in traditional Chinese clothing walked in.
This person was full of hospitality and had a smile so broad that his eyes narrowed into slits.
"You must be the new Martial Pavilion Minister, Mr. Zhou."
"I apologize for not welcoming you from afar."
