Fatty Liu grew nervous. "Mr. Long, is there something else going on here?"
Long Aotian shook his head. "Ask Cheng Wen later."
"Oh."
The doors opened, and several nurses wheeled Fatty Liu's operating bed into the outer room, where Lu Chengwen and Zhao Ritian were waiting.
Lu Chengwen said to Zhao Ritian, "Martial Uncle and Old Daoist Mo were behind this whole thing, but don't tell Steward Liu about it."
"Why not?!" Zhao Ritian said. "Good is rewarded, evil is punished! Since they did evil, why shouldn't we tell Steward Liu?!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Can you afford to offend the Mo Family?! Martial Uncle is still an elder of our sect. Would it sound good if this got out? We just have to swallow this loss. Better one less problem than one more!"
Zhao Ritian was furious. "So they get to do bad things while we take the blame!?"
"As long as Senior Disciple Brother cures Steward Liu, he won't pursue us to the bitter end. We'll help Rose find Li Dabai and reclaim her treasure, then get out of here fast! This place is too complicated!"
Tears welled in Zhao Ritian's eyes. "I never thought Martial Uncle was this kind of person! He actually colluded with Old Daoist Mo just to obtain a divine artifact!"
"Stop talking!" Lu Chengwen said. "No one would believe this even if you told them. Just keep your mouth shut and leave with us when the time comes."
Fatty Liu understood everything.
"Lu Chengwen."
Lu Chengwen turned around, startled, then forced himself to remain calm. "Huh? Steward Liu? Ah... oh... the surgery was a success, right?"
Fatty Liu nodded. "Thanks to Mr. Long's Divine Doctor Saint Hand, I, Fatty Liu, have managed to get my life back."
"Hahaha! As long as you're fine. Uh..."