"Uncle, I can just take Xingxing in myself."
Li Mo looked at Bai Dan and actually felt a bit intimidated. He didn’t know why, but he felt that Uncle Bai had an aura of authority, a kind of presence that did not require anger to be commanding, making him hesitant to approach.
But he had braced himself to come over.
"No need, I’ll take Xingxing in myself and lay her on the operating table."
Bai Dan didn’t wait for Li Mo to reply and went straight in with Bai Zhi.
Holding her, he gently placed her on the small operating table.
He looked tenderly at his granddaughter.
"Xingxing, don’t be afraid. Grandpa will be right outside and will come to get you in a bit, okay?
Old Han, I’m entrusting Xingxing to you."
Bai Dan looked at Old Han, uttering each word with seriousness that only Old Han could truly understand.
"Alright, rest assured."
Old Han nodded with determination, not for any other reason but for the hope of having delicious meals in the future, he wouldn’t let his little apprentice come to any harm.
"Hmm, with those words, I feel relieved."
Bai Dan faintly replied and then walked towards the door.
The door was shut, everyone watched as it closed.
Ye Xiu and Bai Xin leaned against the door, trying to peek through the crack, hoping to see something, but they could see nothing.
Doctor Wang looked at Bai Zhi who was lying obediently and couldn’t help but feel tenderer. When he spoke with a smile, more wrinkles creased his face.
"Little friend, don’t be nervous. Rest assured, we’re here for you, and there’s also a very skilled old grandpa here, don’t worry."
Old Han the old grandpa: "..." Where was he old? Where was he old?
"No, but Little Liu, where do I look old?"
He just couldn’t understand. His hair wasn’t white, his ears weren’t deaf, food was still delicious to him, how could he be old? He would never admit he was old.
Doctor Wang: "..." His name was Wang.
"It’s okay, Doctor, I’m not scared. Master, can you focus a bit? I’m thinking about eating after this is over; I’m already hungry."
Bai Zhi was somewhat helpless; she really felt there wasn’t much to worry about. Seeing her master not the least bit nervous, she couldn’t possibly be upset.
Doctor Wang was somewhat confused: "Master?"
Li Mo also felt the world was a bit fantastical: "Xingxing, do you mean this master of Chinese medicine is your master?"
Why couldn’t he have such a master? He was envious. Li Mo suddenly realized his own master was glaring at him.
Actually, he didn’t mean it; he didn’t intentionally envy someone else’s master. It was just a bit, irresistible.
Bai Zhi nodded, then looked at Li Mo perplexed.
"Uncle, are we going to start or not? Why isn’t anyone in a hurry?"
The girl’s voice, filled with a trace of childish innocence, reminded everyone, right, what were they doing? They were supposed to be performing surgery.
"Don’t be scared, little friend. Teacher, are you ready?"
Doctor Wang looked to Old Han, waiting for him to begin.
"Xingxing, you haven’t felt these acupoints before. This time pay close attention, every spot, every sensation, I’m starting."
Old Han took out his Golden Needle, narrowed his eyes, and transformed, no longer the Old Han that was only known for enjoying good food without any actual use.
Every one of his movements was so profound and enigmatic.
Everyone watched him without blinking.
"What are you all looking at? I was just checking for rust."
The other nurses: "..."