Just past that morning, after spending several hours attending basic medical theory lessons, identifying three types of herbs, and memorizing two lines from the I Ching, Awen felt somewhat dizzy and his head buzzing. It was clearly a case of overusing his brain, and his modest-sized cerebellum was struggling to bear the weight. Doctor Sun sighed helplessly and said:
"What kind of brain do you have? You've barely learned a sliver of knowledge, and already you can't take it? Where are we even at?"
Doctor Sun had a genuine headache. Out of respect for Fengfeng, he felt too embarrassed to dismiss such a pig-sthetically dull disciple, yet he was equally embarrassed to scold him. Over on Fengfeng's side, meals were constantly being prepared and sent over day after day. Fengfeng felt bad for accepting the man's gifts while verbally abusing his son, but as the saying goes, eating someone's food makes your hands soft, and taking their gifts makes your mouth short.
Doctor Sun sighed and said, "Go down and rest for a bit first. We'll have another study session tonight, and I'll test you."
Chapter 143