At this moment.
Long Aotian had just finished operating on Fatty Liu.
Fatty Liu had lost two whole sizes over the past two days.
What good person could endure being repeatedly sliced up, trampled... and then repeatedly cut open for surgery?
Lying in bed, Fatty Liu said weakly, "Mr. Long's skills are miraculous. I am truly impressed. Thinking back on all our previous misunderstandings, I am deeply ashamed."
Long Aotian said, "Steward Liu, you flatter me. A healer's heart is like a parent's. Just treat me like your father."
"Huh?"
"No, I mean, as a doctor, the care and protection I give my patients are like that of a parent, so I'm your father!"
"Mr. Long, I understand what you mean, and I understand the reasoning, but that doesn't sound very nice."
"You should focus on recovering and stay away from that Old Daoist Mo. That man is far too ruthless. Even I felt sorry for you while operating on you."
Fatty Liu thought, You felt sorry for me!?
When you refused to give me anesthetic and I was screaming in pain, I clearly saw you smiling!
But he was the Divine Doctor, someone he could not afford to offend. He still had to maintain basic courtesy on the surface.
"That damned Old Daoist Mo! For my divine artifact, he was actually this vicious! I'll demand an explanation from the Mo Family!"
"Wait until you recover first. You're sickly and weak right now. Who would listen if you tried to reason with them like this? To forge iron, one must be strong oneself. You need to get better first."
"Thank you, Divine Doctor. I cannot thank you enough. I had my family prepare a small token of appreciation. Please do not refuse it."
"Oh, this... oh... this is... look... why