The drunkard raised an eyebrow and patted his thighs:
"A check-up? Sure, but I've run out of money for booze lately, Young Master Jun, would you like to put the consultation fee in my account or pay in cash?"
As he spoke, he winked at Jun Moyan and even stretched out a hand in the gesture of asking for money, looking every bit the little miser.
This drunkard possessed stunning medical skills and should have been sought after by all the prestigious families, pampered and treated like an honored guest.
After all, such families were never short of money, only fearing illness. So, someone with his capabilities should never be lacking funds.
But make no mistake, this drunkard was truly penniless.
He had squandered his medical talents indeed.
Occasionally, he proved useful in Wu Garden, and sometimes, his dining companion—the medicine box—was left there, untouched for half a month.
Apart from Jun Moyan, no one else could persuade him to work.
Whenever Qing Yi saw him shamelessly begging Jun Moyan for money, he couldn't help but say, "Brother, just treating a wealthy person's complicated illness would set you up for years of living it up! Why won't you strive for more? You're young, so why do you prefer to be dead drunk on booze every day?
However, the drunkard just chuckled, slurring, "You don't understand. Alcohol is a marvelous thing. Money? Not interested. Waking up each day to a few gourds of wine is enough for me."
Money? He couldn't be bothered to earn it.
Qing Yi could only remark, "You haven't grasped the 'doctor's benevolent heart' at all."
Who knows if the drunkard would start seeing patients for booze money without Young Master Jun as his ATM...
Watching the drunkard asking for money was somewhat of a headache for Jun Moyan, "Sooner or later, you'll die of alcohol poisoning, you bottomless barrel."
The drunkard chuckled and waved a hand, indicating he wouldn't die from drinking.
Then, without further ado, he reached for Wen Xiao'ai, who was on the stand, preparing to check her.
Wen Xiao'ai, with clear disdain, scooted backward, not willing to let the drunkard touch her.
"Oh, not allowing me to touch you?"
This time, Wen Xiao'ai was prepared. As soon as the drunkard opened his mouth to speak, she covered her little nose with her front paw. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novelꞁire.net
Her other little paw was waving in front of herself, as if trying to dispel the disgusting air.
"Hey, this cat's not bad."
The drunkard grinned, finding Wen Xiao'ai's human-like reactions quite amusing.
He reached for her again, but as he got close, the paw that had been waving at the air slapped his hand away aggressively.
She also gave him a stern glare, warning him not to touch her.
Then her gaze turned towards Jun Moyan, her eyes somewhat pleading.
It was as if she was saying: I'm not sick, do I really need a check-up?
Even if I do, can we get a more reliable doctor?
"Don't move, be a good girl, and let him check you."
Jun Moyan's expression was as indifferent as ever, and even the tone of his speech was as usual, always commanding.
But the words spoken... somehow made the tone taste completely different. How should I put it?
Well... it sounded like he was coaxing a child...
Wen Xiao'ai felt deflated. She didn't dare get angry with this human called Young Master Jun.
Although he was very handsome, he had an intimidating presence and a formidable aura, which scared her a bit.
She felt that if she upset him, he could snap her neck.
Of course, that was only for now. Once her mana was restored, it wouldn't matter who he was or how terrifying, she wouldn't be afraid.
But for the time being... her life came first.
Seeing that the cat had calmed down, the drunkard couldn't resist teasing her and flicked her head with his finger:
"You listen to him just like that?"