Chapter 1285 - 1157: False Alarm (Part 3)

Chapter 1285: Chapter 1157: False Alarm (Part 3)

Zhou Jiao, who was observing, squinted her eyes, suspiciously examining the two elderly men.

Her eldest senior brother, whose hair is almost white, if her master was truly so ill that it was incurable, would he be acting so childishly, bickering with his junior brother?

And her seventh senior brother, who has such a good relationship with her master, would hide everything he didn’t want his wife to know with the old man; the two would chirp away like father and son.

If her master was really at death’s door, wouldn’t his eyes be red... No, that’s not right!

Zhou Jiao immediately reached out and turned Zhu Ling’s body to face her, promptly examining his eyes.

At a glance, she was instantly so furious that smoke was almost rising from her head. "Ha ha..." she laughed coldly twice, "Who here wants to tell me the truth? Little junior sister here may not be smart, but I can at least play with some powders..."

The seventh senior brother immediately cupped his hands, "Little junior sister, please don’t." As he spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice. "Didn’t I already wink at you just now?"

Zhang Guoqing, unable to hold back his laughter, chuckled lightly and then quickly turned around to leave. He knew something felt off, and sure enough, he was right.

He just wondered how the old man would explain this to his wife after this performance?

What a joke, what a joke; no elder at this age would joke about their own illness.

But who is Doctor Hu anyway?

Zhang Guoqing wasn’t surprised at all; he’s just an old mischief. Otherwise, why else would he be such an old age, acting so undignified by concocting some rare tonic for his three sons...

Right, what was it the kids said when they came back with the old man last weekend?

Thinking back, Zhang Guoqing almost laughed out loud again.

He remembered that the old man buried three jars of medicinal wine under the pomegranate tree, supposedly for the Ping’an Brothers to drink on their wedding night, guaranteeing that they’d soon bestow him with several grand-disciples.

This old fox likely finished pranking himself, then moved on to his three sons, and now he wants to stir up everyone again.

"Little junior sister, master’s orders are hard to defy, you can’t blame us and eldest senior brother."

Zhang Guoqing turned his head speechlessly, looking at these three silly senior brothers and sister.

The seventh fool continued, "Uncle master did indeed faint, but it was only when Uncle Hu heard a bang from the pharmacy that he forced the door open to enter."

Over fifty, the big fool nodded earnestly to show innocence, immediately picking up where his junior brother left off, "That’s true, Uncle Hu brought him here, scared and sweating.

Later, I was the one who gave uncle master several acupuncture needles. No, I should say after I gave one, uncle master probably had already woken up by then. But uncle master just wouldn’t wake up, which scared me into calling you."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head in disbelief, "After I made the call and went back, your seventh senior brother also came, and at that time, the two of us were almost desperate.

We tried everything, yet we couldn’t find the reason. An X-ray showed everything was fine, and we were this close to doing an ultrasound on him.

It was your seventh senior brother who said you had to come, otherwise, he’d have his last moment..."

"Ahem..." The seventh senior brother quickly coughed a few times to interrupt, and then said, "I just thought uncle master cares for you the most, so you should speak a few more words by his ears, maybe he’d be worried about you and wake up."

Hearing him say this, Zhu Ling nodded repeatedly, "That’s right. Your seventh senior brother said so, I told him you’d be there in ten minutes. Guess what happened then?"

Zhou Jiao replied, not in the best mood, "He woke up, huh!"

"Exactly, as expected from our little junior sister, so smart, guessed it right away!"

Zhang Guoqing, with his back turned, was shaking with suppressed laughter. Anyway, playing pranks is always better than truly being terminally ill.

"When uncle master heard you were coming, he suddenly woke up. Before we could be happy, he said we’d angered him to death, and then..."

And then.

The group of them naturally heard an embarrassing story.

The thing that felled the old man was a sedative recipe.

Afterwards, according to Doctor Hu himself.

Lately, he’s been so bored out of his mind, wanting to return to his hometown, but his apprentice wouldn’t agree, wanting to wander outside, with Old Hu trailing him limping.

Thus, he hid in the pharmacy, planning to refine an unmatched sedative for his apprentice.

At first everything was fine, he’d already condensed several formulas he knew into one, just a little more, just a few more steps to imminent success.

And then he collapsed at the last step.

Why?

He forgot to eat breakfast and lunch; to make matters worse, he was worried that old neighbors would disturb him, so he closed all doors and windows.

By the time the sedative knocked him out, he realized big trouble was brewing, fearing he’d spoil his reputation in old age.

After being awakened by the foolish apprentice with acupuncture, he figured they should transfer this old body of his to a ward. Then he could just wake up and leave.

But who knew the two foolish apprentices would keep wheeling him around, either to the emergency room or some idiotic machine for a scan.

Gosh darn it! The ancestors’ faces would be lost thanks to those two, all those years of medical study wasted.

Lately, they even thought of having his apprentice come, and Doctor Hu highly doubted if he didn’t wake up, he might be pushed to the crematorium for incineration by tomorrow.

And so, helplessly, he could only wake up. Otherwise, when his little apprentice came, and those old friends exchanged greetings, his old face couldn’t be kept.

Zhou Jiao curiously raised her eyebrows, "Then why didn’t you just say it directly?"

"Uncle master said, if you and Xiao Wu came, it was fine, but when May 1st answered the call, uncle master just said if the juniors were coming, we should send you off, keep it from the kids."

"Yes, little junior sister, that’s what uncle master personally said, so wasn’t I always making eyes at you?"

After listening to the two senior brothers, Zhou Jiao speechlessly shook her head, not wanting to say she was almost scared to death. Agreeing with Zhang Guoqing’s thoughts, as long as nothing happened, it’s fine, let them have their fun, a little uproar is healthier!

"The old man’s health is really fine?"

"Yes, both Chinese and Western doctors checked, nothing wrong, it really gave me a fright. Uncle master originally wasn’t even willing to get glucose, insisted on being discharged.

But then your seventh senior brother said we’ve already made such a commotion, surely someone will ask about his condition. We can’t say he was configuring sedatives?

If we just go back like that, it’ll definitely raise suspicion, better to listen to him, finish the IV before leaving, just saying to others that the old man is getting on in age, his constitution is weaker."

Zhou Jiao nodded in agreement, "Then you guys go back and rest first. I’ll stay to accompany master here, and take him back when it’s done."

"Forget it, let’s go together after all."

"Yeah, the two saline drips shouldn’t take long."

Zhang Guoqing couldn’t help but interject, "There’s no need to insist on getting the saline drip at the hospital, you can bring it home."

Zhu Ling and the two junior brothers were taken aback upon hearing that, eyeing one another. No wonder they say a guilty conscience is even more pronounced after wrongdoing; they could just take the medicine home?

Zhang Guoqing pretended not to notice their strangeness and led the way inside first. Old Hu was lucky to have someone genuinely thinking of him, which is why those who’ve held scalpels for a lifetime became so unsteady.