"Little Ye, you've rendered a great service this time. Those patients on Blue Island now have hope of recovery, and you deserve the greatest credit. I'll definitely notify the relevant departments and have them commend you!"
The old man was so happy that his voice rang out with remarkable vigor.
If one ignored his age and only listened to his voice, no one would have guessed it belonged to an old man.
Ye Yuan hurriedly waved his hands. Was this a joke? He was trying to avoid attention, and now Elder Hua wanted to seek commendation for him? Wasn't the old man setting him up?
That was what Ye Yuan thought, but he promptly refused aloud:
"Please don't, Elder Hua. What effort did I put in?
You were the one doing all the work.
I merely let you read some books at my place, and that counts as earning merit?
If that were the case, then what would that make you? I think you're the one who deserves to be publicized!"
Ye Yuan hurriedly flattered him.
He was truly afraid that, in his excitement, the old man would reveal that he possessed ancient books.
If that happened, Ye Yuan could already imagine a group of jealous people coming to his door again, spouting all their grand principles.
Ye Yuan had long since grown sick of people like that.
They acted as though anything good should belong to them.
Those kinds of people simply couldn't stand seeing others do well.
And they still had the nerve to call themselves experts and professors.
If Ye Yuan had his way, people like them should live at the very bottom of society.
Then they could learn what it meant for life to be difficult.
"Haha, Little Ye is good. You don't seek credit, and