Old Han had just stuffed the last bit of baked bun into his mouth, a look of bliss on his face. "This tastes alright, just mediocre, not as good as my apprentice’s cooking." He wondered if he could wheedle a couple more meals when he got back.
He casually wiped his mouth and then leisurely made his way inside.
"What are you shouting for? Here I am. Man is iron, food is steel; skip a meal and you’ll feel it."
As Old Han walked in, Li Mo’s teacher, Doctor Wang, immediately stood up, respectfully looking towards Old Han.
Old Han immediately raised his hand, stopping him from saying what he was about to say.
"Uh, hold it right there. I’m not your teacher, I’m only a decade or so older than you. Please, don’t age me before my time, thank you."
Old Han gave Doctor Wang a sharp look and spoke up—he’d only taught him some basics; there was no need to call him a teacher.
Besides, would he really take on such an old apprentice? Are you kidding?
As Old Han turned around, he noticed Bai Du with a dark expression and an icy aura. What was going on?
"What’s wrong with you? Who pissed you off?"
"Right now. Look into how to perform surgery, quickly."
Bai Dan spoke without hesitation. At that moment, they had heard that it had become imperative to operate.
"Aren’t you busy going back? Now you’re not going back?"
This guy is as fickle as the weather in June, changing all of a sudden, not even letting him catch his breath.
"That girl, it’s Xingxing, if you don’t hurry, no one will cook for you anymore, I’m telling you."
Bai Dan’s hands were trembling as he spoke these words.
That uncontrollable trembling.
"What did you say? What is happening with my Xingxing now?"
He quickly looked towards Bai Xin; they hadn’t listened carefully, only knowing that a child had needles put in her body, in a critical condition, needing Old Han’s help.
Old Han had been hesitant; he really didn’t want to be exposed to the public eye, but after all, it was a child, so he thought of checking the situation, never expecting it to be Xingxing.
"Dad, both of Xingxing’s knees, her arms, and her shoulders, my brother... he put needles in them..."
Bai Xin, with eyes reddened, spoke each word one by one, each filled with profound distress.
Bai Dan slammed his hand onto the table, overtaken by rage.
He gritted his teeth, squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth.
"Where is that scoundrel Bai Da? I’ll kill him."
Hearing this, Bai Xin gasped, quickly standing up and grabbing Bai Dan’s hand.
She knew her father’s temper all too well, and in a situation , it wouldn’t be good if he went too far. Any settling of scores should happen at home, right?
"Dad, cool it. What’s most important now is Xingxing’s well-being. It’s good that you’re back; she has been missing you, wanting to see you. You’re the only one who can give her a sense of security."
Bai Xin’s words brought him back to reality—Xingxing needed him now.
"Where’s Xingxing? I’ll go find her. Old Han, I’ll leave this in your hands."
Bai Dan quickly turned to Old Han, who was still bewildered.
What was this? His lively and capable apprentice was the child needing surgery to avoid paralysis? Was this some kind of joke?
Obviously, it wasn’t.
Finally having found an apprentice who could cook, was it easy?
"Old Fang? Hurry and check for me."
Doctor Wang: "...That ’teacher’, my last name is Wang."