Feng Jun spoke like a string of firecrackers, leaving Yu Zhicai completely speechless.
Seeing that things were going badly, Yu Zhiyuan hurriedly shot him a look. "Third Brother!"
Then he looked at Feng Jun and forced a smile. "It was just a minor communication issue. Once it's talked through, it'll be fine. Please don't take it to heart, Master Feng."
Feng Jun was still somewhat indignant. He spoke angrily, "Your rules are rules, and our rules are rules too. You may think your rules carry more weight, but since you're asking someone for help, you should act like you're asking for help..."
"If one day I asked you to help me with something, I would definitely follow your rules as well. That is the most basic respect between people!"
Yu Zhicai even turned his head aside. He would not argue with this person anymore—there was no need.
"Alright, it wasn't explained clearly," Yu Zhiyuan said with a forced smile. "We'll still have to trouble you, Master, to take a look at my old man first."
Naturally, Feng Jun would not drag things out endlessly. He merely shook his head slightly. "Wait until the tires have been changed."
The short gatehouse staff changed tires remarkably quickly. Before long, they had removed the tires on one side. Seeing this, everyone vaguely understood. Judging from how practiced they were, it was obvious this was not their first time doing it—so the estate really did have such a rule.
Then Feng Jun got into the vehicle to examine Elder Yu.
Unlike most of his patients, although Elder Yu had suffered a stroke, he had not fallen unconscious. His gaze was merely vacant as he lay limp there, drool constantly running from the corner of his mouth, his breathing short and labored.
Feng Jun shook