I nodded and reached out to take the invitation.
"Uncle Yu, take it slow tonight!"
Uncle Yu nodded.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine! You just got out of the hospital, so get plenty of rest too.
Go to work if you can. If you can't, I'll put in a word with Peng the Lame.
Even though he and I are sworn enemies, he knows what you're capable of, and my words still carry some weight."
Uncle Yu truly looked after me. If not for Uncle Yu's connection with the director, I might have been fired long ago.
My dream of becoming a professional doctor might have gone down the drain.
After all, I still had an ultimate dream.
Once I wiped out Nine Corpse Tower, I would become a full-time doctor and stay at the hospital treating people. Whenever I prescribed medicine, I would only prescribe the cheapest kind for my patients...
"Thank you, Uncle Yu. I'm fine now. I can go back to work tomorrow!"
I replied earnestly.
Uncle Yu grunted and was about to continue when my master suddenly began howling upstairs. "Ow, ow, that's too hard, too hard! Lighter, lighter..."
Uncle Yu and I both looked upstairs.
Uncle Yu rolled his eyes again.
"That old pervert. All right, I'm leaving.
The sight of Song De Cai annoys me.
No, even hearing his voice annoys me!"
With that, Uncle Yu turned and left without hesitation.
"Take it slow, Uncle Yu!"
I waved him off. He did not turn around, only responding with a grunt.
My master's howls continued upstairs.
"Feels good, feels good, that's the rhythm..."
I looked awkwardly toward the second floor. Anyone who did not know better would think Master was doing something up there!
Was a massage really worth being this dramatic about?
After all