184 069 practices with a bunch of iridium, Director of Jiangjing Hospital! (Second update)_1

At the Eight Immortals table, except for Bai Lian, everyone's gaze subconsciously converged onto Jiang Fulai's face.

His face, like Bai Lian's, was too deceptive, not the kind that seemed to belong to someone who would be good at calligraphy.

Who would have thought that he would casually mention the Traditional Calligraphers Association??!

Even a special-grade member?

There are only five total special-grade members in the Traditional Calligraphers Association!

Besides the president, each of the rest lives a reclusive life, often only their works are seen, not the person, and even members of the Calligraphy Association hardly see these high-level members. They were now looking at one of them?

Next to him, Jian Zhe felt like he had been struck by lightning.

He couldn't help but lean in to look at Jiang Fulai, and when he encountered Jiang's light, indifferent eyes, Jian Zhe immediately averted his gaze.

"Is there a problem?" After a long silence, Jiang Fulai raised an eyebrow.