The Duo Who Set Their Disciple Up

Su Ziyang, with a mindset of applying what he had learned, excitedly prescribed the Snake-Expelling Decoction.

"Take seven doses of medicine first, then come back for a follow-up appointment!"

Su Ziyang gave Han Xixi Han Xixi instructions, and then told her that she should eat less spicy food so that it would have a better therapeutic effect.

"Thank you, doctor."

Han Xixi thanked them repeatedly, put on her coat, and went downstairs to get her medicine.

About ten minutes after Han Xixi left, Fairy Li and Daoist Master Xiao Yang came in from outside.

"So, how's that woman's figure?"

Fairy Li's eyes were narrowed into crescent moons, and she looked at Su Ziyang with a chilling smile on her face.

"It's okay to seek medical treatment when you're sick; this is for the purpose of getting medical care. Please don't overthink it, ma'am!"

Su Ziyang cleared his throat and spoke to Fairy Li in a serious tone.

"I'll let you..." Fairy Li said, picking up the package in her hand and about to throw it at Su Ziyang.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop fooling around, stop fooling around." Daoist Master Xiao Yang quickly took the package from Fairy Li's hands. "This is a teacup I bought for my master, I can't afford to break it. It breaks my heart. Stop fooling around, you two, let's get down to business!"

"What is it?" Su Ziyang quickly changed the subject.

"What else could it be? It's about Guo Tianren. Guo Tianren sent a message to Fairy Li through Zhang Guozhou's WeChat." Daoist Master Xiao Yang put the package on the bed and took a stool to sit next to Su Ziyang's consultation table.

"What did he say!" Upon hearing this, Su Ziyang immediately sat up straight and asked, no longer having time to argue.

"Yes, he said the competition is scheduled for a week from now, in a small banquet hall opposite Little Jiangnan. The specific rules will be discussed in person. Guo Tianren also said that he proposed this competition, so they'll schedule two out of three matches, and we can schedule one."

Fairy Li also sat on the massage bed next to her and relayed what Guo Tianren had said.

"It seems Master was right after all. We can indeed pose a question. I just wonder what the two masters are busy with, and whether they've come up with a solution yet," Su Ziyang said nervously, holding his pulse diagnosis kit.

"Oh, right. That Daoist Jin just told you to go to the courtyard in the suburbs this afternoon. He said you know what you're going there for."

Seeing Su Ziyang say this, Fairy Li suddenly remembered what Daoist Jin had told her.

"Huh? What's wrong! Can't he just tell me what's going on?" Su Ziyang looked at Fairy Li with considerable confusion.

"Brother, your phone is off, okay? Do you think I'd be willing to be your messenger?" Fairy Li said helplessly.

Su Ziyang took his phone out of his pocket and found that it was already dead and shut down.

"Hehe, thanks!"

Su Ziyang blushed and found the charger to charge the device.

"Now that we've finished discussing business, let's go. We shouldn't delay Doctor Su from seeing his patients."

Daoist Master Xiao Yang emphasized the words "seeing a doctor," gave Fairy Li a wink, and then the two picked up their bundles and quickly left.

"..." Su Ziyang looked at the two people's backs and felt that he had never been so speechless in his life.

After the two left, Su Ziyang had no patients.

After finishing work at four o'clock in the afternoon, Su Ziyang tidied up the medical records on his desk and put the pen into the pen holder.

"Why are you sending me to that courtyard in the suburbs?" Su Ziyang wondered to himself as he walked out.

To save money, Su Ziyang took a bus and then transferred to two subway lines before finally arriving at the suburban courtyard where he had practiced Iron Cloth Shirt.

Before even entering the house, Su Ziyang could hear crackling sounds coming from the yard.

"What's going on?" Su Ziyang noticed that the gate was ajar, so he pushed it open and peered into the yard.

There, Mr. Mengfei and Daoist Jin were chopping wood in the courtyard.

"Master, you two were looking for me?" Su Ziyang chuckled and greeted them, seeing them both sweating profusely.

"Oh dear, he's finally here." Daoist Jin's face lit up with joy as soon as he saw Su Ziyang appear.

"Come on, come on. I've been waiting for you all day."

As soon as Mr. Mengfei called out to Su Ziyang, Su Ziyang obediently walked over and stared at his beloved master with his innocent-looking big eyes.

"Master, what's wrong?" Su Ziyang asked curiously, looking at the firewood scattered on the ground.

"This child, doesn't he see the work to be done?" Mr. Mengfei grinned and scolded Su Ziyang Su Ziyang, then handed him the axe. "Here, chop wood!"

Su Ziyang looked at the several logs lying haphazardly on the ground and took the axe from Mr. Mengfei: "Master, you two called me over just to chop wood. Besides, there are only a few logs. If I finish chopping them all, I'll feel bad for taking such a long bus ride. You two can finish chopping them already, why did you call me?"

Su Ziyang spat into his palm, gripped the axe tightly, and muttered to himself as he chopped wood.

Daoist Jin and Mr. Mengfei exchanged a glance. "You keep chopping, we're going out for a bit."

"Alright, you two get back to work." Su Ziyang was young and strong, and with a few quick snaps, he chopped a log into several pieces.

Before the logs on the ground were all chopped, Su Ziyang suddenly heard the sound of a tractor.

Ta-da!

The sound of a tractor grew louder as it approached, and then Su Ziyang heard the gate of the courtyard open. He saw Daoist Jin drive the tractor into the yard, with Mr. Mengfei standing in the back of the tractor.

Then Su Ziyang saw that the entire truck bed was filled with the same logs that Su Ziyang was currently chopping.

"Holy shit!"

Su Ziyang gasped as he watched the two of them lower themselves onto the logs.

What does that mean?

Su Ziyang watched as Daoist Jin turned off the tractor and then began carrying the logs down one by one.

"Didn't you say it wasn't enough? We thought about it and decided to increase your workload. So we brought a whole truckload over. Okay, you can unload it and start chopping it up later. Call us when you're done, we'll make some medicine inside."

Mr. Mengfei gave a word of advice, tugged at Daoist Jin's clothes, and the two went inside.

"Um..."

Su Ziyang stared at the tractor full of logs and fell silent. Then, gritting his teeth, he slammed the axe wheel shut and chopped the wood even faster.

From around 5 a. m. until after 8 p. m., over a period of three hours, rows of split logs were neatly stacked against a wall.

Hey, wanna go out for dinner?

Mr. Mengfei and his companion came out of the house at this moment and looked at Su Ziyang was still chopping wood.

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm so tired I could throw up... Master, forgive my rudeness, but you two are really ripping me off. There's no way you'd rip off your disciple like this..."

Su Ziyang's hair was so wet from sweating that it looked like it had been pulled out of the water.

"Wait a minute, I remember Xuhui saying that the Lao Pang does bone setting has a family secret skill called 'Thousand-Jin Art.' He said that if you learn it, you'll have inexhaustible strength. How come you're so tired?"

Mr. Mengfei scratched his head, looking at Su Ziyang with some surprise.

"I didn't learn it! Besides, that skill takes a very long time to master; it can't be mastered in just a year or two."

Su Ziyang tossed the axe aside, sat on a piece of wood, and wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.

"... Don't you know you should rest for a while?" Daoist Jin was also a little confused when he saw Su Ziyang like this.

"Hold head high..."

Su Ziyang wiped the sweat from his face again. "Yeah, why didn't I take a break?"

"I thought you two were up to something again, trying to teach me some kung fu and test me."

"Test my ass. This kid seems a bit dim-witted. You'd better change your clothes quickly, we'll take you to eat."

Daoist Jin pulled Su Ziyang into the bathroom on the side. Although this courtyard was a small farmhouse, it was fully equipped with all kinds of facilities, from food and drink to washing.

Su Ziyang's hands were trembling with exhaustion. He shakily took off his clothes and turned on the water heater to take a shower.

After the hot water washed over his body, and Su Ziyang slowly adjusted his breathing, guiding his Qi to circulate through his body several times, the fatigue gradually subsided by two or three points.

I put your clothes by the door. Wear mine.

Daoist Jin's voice came from the doorway.

After Su Ziyang finished showering, he opened the door and saw a set of Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) and brand-new underwear and socks neatly placed on the stool outside the bathroom.

After putting on Daoist Jin's Hanfu, Su Ziyang looked at his slightly tired face in the mirror and found that he was actually quite handsome.

Hehe~

Su Ziyang chuckled, realizing he was being a bit narcissistic.

"What are you grinning about in there? Hurry up and come out after you're done washing up. Let's go eat. Aren't you hungry?"

When Mr. Mengfei heard Su Ziyang laughing foolishly in the bathroom, he immediately called out from outside the door.

Su Ziyang completely ignored what Mr. Mengfei said about him and walked out of the bathroom with a smile on his face.

Mr. Mengfei looked Su Ziyang up and down, sizing Su Ziyang up. "In this outfit, you look even more like a conman than that Guo Tianren. Not bad at all."

He patted Su Ziyang on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"Master, are you praising me?" Su Ziyang looked at Mr. Mengfei with some doubt.

"Tsk~ Don't confuse good with bad, of course I'm praising you."

With that, Mr. Mengfei put his arm around Su Ziyang's shoulder and the three of them, Daoist Jin, went out the door.

"You've worked hard tonight, so we're going to treat you. How about we treat you to hot pot?"

Seeing that Su Ziyang was hanging his head and not saying anything, Mr. Mengfei comforted him.

Su Ziyang glanced at his master, his eyes gleaming with greed, and gritted his teeth to squeeze out a single word. "Fine!"

"Hey, Lao Jin. You mean there are still some leftover noodles at home? Why don't we go back and eat the leftover noodles?"

Mr. Mengfei's eyes were practically gleaming with greed as he looked at Su Ziyang, so he quickly turned to ask Daoist Jin, who was driving.

"Haha, stop teasing him, the child will start crying soon."

Daoist Jin laughed heartily and pressed the accelerator hard, increasing the car's speed even further.

The car was parked at Big Fat Mutton House.

This is a very famous local hot pot restaurant serving mutton.

When Daoist Jin parked his car, the area in front of Big Fat Mutton House was already packed with cars of all shapes and sizes.

After entering, the three of them sat down in a spot near the door.

A pretty waitress came over and said, "Hello sir, would you like to order?"

"Order!" Daoist Jin nodded and placed the menu in Su Ziyang's hands.

Su Ziyang took the menu. "Five servings of lamb and three servings of signature fatty beef, please. That's all!"

After Su Ziyang ordered the food, he placed the menu in front of Mr. Mengfei.

Su Ziyang's order surprised the waiter, but the waiter quickly regained his composure and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, are there three of you?"

"Yes!" Su Ziyang nodded.

The waiter smiled and said, "This might be your first time at Big Fat Mutton House, sir. Let me introduce our lamb to you. Our lamb is 9 liang (450g) per serving, and our signature fatty beef is 1 jin (500g) per serving. Our portions are very generous. Although there are three of you gentlemen, I'm worried you might order too much and waste it!"

After the waiter politely explained, Su Ziyang nodded. "Yes, I understand. I saw it on the menu, so please just order what I suggest!"

"Hmm. Order!" Mr. Mengfei smiled and looked at the waiter.

Since the guests had spoken, the waiter didn't say anything more and started pressing the order button on the machine. Seeing that Su Ziyang had ordered meat, Mr. Mengfei and Daoist Jin also ordered a cold dish and several vegetable dishes.

While waiting for the food, Su Ziyang remained silent.

"Don't pout at me. What's wrong with asking you to do some chores?" Mr. Mengfei pointed to the teacups on the table. "Pour the tea. You expect us to pour our own tea?"

Su Ziyang remained silent, but got up and poured tea for his two masters.

Daoist Jin looked at Su Ziyang pouting and chuckled.

While the three were waiting for their food, Mr. Mengfei's phone rang.

"Hello! Xuhui?" Mr. Mengfei answered the phone.

"Sigh, I have something important to tell you. I might really need your help this time."

On the phone, Xuhui's voice was particularly serious. Upon hearing Xuhui's words, Mr. Mengfei's smile immediately vanished.

"What is it? Just tell me!"

"You've met my younger brother. He fell ill after returning from out of town last time. Today, we learned from the hospital that he has small cell lung cancer, and it has already metastasized."

Xuhui's voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"..." Mr. Mengfei was silent for a moment after hearing Xuhui's words. "Is it Xuyang?"

"Yes. Sigh, don't even think about it. It wasn't a misdiagnosis. I've got someone at the top hospital in our provincial capital who's advising me to be discharged and go home, saying there's no need for further treatment..."

As Xuhui spoke, his voice trailed off, and he fell silent. All that could be heard on the phone were his panting breaths and the commotion from the hospital.

"Okay. I'll come to your place tomorrow."

Mr. Mengfei responded with a frown.

"Okay. Thanks, bro." Xuhui sighed. "I still need to pay some fees, so I can't talk to you much longer. Let me know if you need to come, and I'll come pick you up!"

"OK!"

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Mengfei's expression was not good.

"Master, something happened to Uncle Xuhui?" Su Ziyang asked timidly.

"Hmm. It's nothing. Let's eat first!"

Mr. Mengfei didn't want to bring it up again, and said it lightly.

"Just let me know if there's anything I can help with!" Daoist Jin said to Mr. Mengfei. Although the two men, both over fifty, had a conflict in the past, their relationship was now very good because of Su Ziyang, so a simple greeting was enough.

"It's alright. Little Ziyang is coming out with me tomorrow!"

Mr. Mengfei pointed at Su Ziyang.

"Master, your disciple still has to go to work. Your disciple still needs to eat!"

Su Ziyang didn't quite catch what Xuhui was saying, but he still managed to say something that reflected reality.

"It's alright. I'll invite Elder Xiao along tomorrow too. I'll ask for leave for you, but you'll have to come along."

"Alright..."

Su Ziyang scratched his head helplessly.