Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2048

Meanwhile, at Impluvia Street in the Historic District, ripples danced across the clear lake waters while weeping willows cast shadows across the lake as their slender branches swayed in the breeze.

In a pavilion near the lake, an old man was leisurely fiddling with his exquisite tea set.

While every strand of his hair was white, there was an energetic gleam on his face.

Even when he was just silently sitting there, he exuded a powerful presence.

"It has been a very long time since anyone has visited my home. The place feels somewhat cold from that. Come and taste my green tea. It's shincha."

Although the words sounded lonely, there was a jovial lilt in his voice.

He filled the cup just over halfway with tea before pushing the cup over to Billy who was sitting across from him.

"In this day and age, I must be the only one who could enjoy a cup of tea poured by you, Old Master Bane."

The man smiled before picking up the cup of tea.

He knew all too well that people who could be personally served and welcomed by Old Master Bane.....

There was only a handful of them in Bainbridge.

"Not bad," he remarked with a hum.

"Its fragrance is bright and fresh. Its flavor is refreshing and sweet. This is truly an excellent tea. Naturally, the most important factor is still you, sir. Your skills are amazing. Your tea-brewing skills might even be able to turn a sow's ear into a silk purse."

Even after all the flattery heaped on him, Old Mr. Bane did not twitch a single muscle. Instead, he remained calm.

"After all these years, you finally come back, you brat. Still, you haven't changed," Old Mr. Bane continued. "You're still as mouthy."

years. I still remember the last time I drank tea with

the younger man's lips, his

younger man who used to look so exuberant and

Old Mr. Bane could not help but let

been 23

it been that long? Time

stopped talking and silently stared

He looked somewhat sad.

was finally broken by a

man frowned upon seeing Old Mr. Bane gently thump his

man, has your chest pain

since the middle-aged man left the city. He was

head with a

be easy to cure it. Even the old coots in Bainbridge shake their heads in dejection

talked, the more upset

middle-aged man, his only response

one who

not ask the old shaman

was talking about was Hal Salvatore, the best

could give someone their youth back and even

circle respectfully

man was confused. Logically

chest discomfort

mention of Hal's name infuriated

that old coot left Bainbridge. Putting aside the question of whether or not we could invite him back, we don't even know where he is right now. If not

had taken his medication, he did not stop

air around him seemed