Chapter 717 - 717: Studying the Soil

Hearing Xiao Feng speak up for her, Zhongli Meng cast a grateful glance.

With a dark face, Zhao Guo'an said, "Old Xiao, do you wish me dead that much?"

"How did you come up with that?" Xiao Feng asked, playing dumb.

Zhao Guo'an huffed, "Aren't you aware of my master's birthday a few days ago?"

"That was just a misunderstanding, at worst breaking a leg, it's not like people will die over such a trivial matter." Xiao Feng said confidently, "Besides, you always talk about medical ethics.

Now, it's time to test your medical ethics.

Is your personal safety more important, or is the patient's condition more important?"

At this moment, Sun Shijie also spoke up, "If you're really worried, I'll go with you."

He had been eager to find Sun Yiyang for a while but hadn't found a suitable excuse. Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, he wasn't going to miss it.

Zhongli Chenpu, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow. He was well aware of the deep grudge between Sun Yiyang and Sun Shijie.

Sun Shijie's suggestion to accompany them to find Sun Yiyang was certainly not an attempt at reconciliation but rather to settle scores.

"I'll... I'll think about it some more." Zhao Guo'an hesitated.

At this moment, Zhen Jinghan came to his side and said softly, "I think it's necessary to make a trip.

It's better to go sooner rather than later to clear things up and prevent misunderstandings from getting worse.

Moreover, your master is ill, and as his apprentice, you should visit him. Otherwise, it will only invite more criticism from outsiders."

After such persuasion from everyone, Zhao Guo'an couldn't help but waver.

In fact, it made sense unless he intended to sever ties with his master, avoiding him was not a solution.

"Alright, then let's all go together." Zhao Guo'an nodded in agreement, "I'll get ready, and we'll leave promptly at three in the afternoon."

"Thank you!" Zhongli Meng thanked him.

Zhongli Chenpu stood up and said, "Then we'll come by at three in the afternoon, won't disturb you now."

"Stay and have a meal, let's catch up." Sun Shijie urged.

Zhongli Chenpu shook his head, "No, I have some matters to attend to, don't worry, I won't die any time soon, and we'll have time to catch up."

With those words, Sun Shijie couldn't insist on retaining him.

After Zhongli Meng and Zhongli Chenpu left, Sun Shijie, with a somewhat melancholic tone, said, "Zhongli Chenpu, he's quite a character."

"What's his story?" Xiao Feng picked up the conversation.

Sun Shijie said, "Back when I met him in Jiuyou Town, we were both in our twenties, and his family was quite wealthy with substantial resources.

But coincidentally, during a tumultuous time, his entire family died in a bombing, and he donated all the family assets, bought guns and ammunition, and enlisted in the army, fighting with both courage and strategy.

Unfortunately, he's someone who sometimes puts too much emphasis on loyalty, which led him to make many mistakes, with at least five demotions as a result.

Later, when the wars ended, he got married, but both times resulted in miscarriages, and he couldn't have any children.

His granddaughter earlier is actually from the son he adopted.

Years ago, I heard from Old Miao that his son started doing business, but the path wasn't smooth, and if it weren't for relying on his father's reputation, they would likely have gone bankrupt long ago."

Xiao Feng knowingly nodded his head; anyone who emerged from the chaos and gunfire of war had to be someone extraordinary, after all.

Even if those individuals themselves might not wish to become such figures.

But having lived through those times, many things were beyond their control; perhaps this is what makes heroes of the times!

"There's something I want to ask." Xiao Feng changed the topic.

Sun Shijie lifted his tea cup and took a sip, "Go ahead."

"What's the grudge between you and Old Zhao's master, Sun Yiyang?" Xiao Feng asked.

"That's not for me to say, that shameless scoundrel Sun Yiyang should say it himself." Sun Shijie cursed angrily.

After speaking, he placed the cup on the table, got up, and left.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly; this was the first time since knowing Sun Shijie that he heard him use such language to curse someone.

For a moment, the curiosity in Xiao Feng's heart grew stronger.

However, Xiao Feng wasn't about to badger Sun Shijie for all the details; they were going to see Sun Yiyang in the afternoon, so the truth would naturally come to light then.

At worst, even if he couldn't get the answer, Xiao Feng figured that Zhongli Chenpu surely knew something, and he could ask him directly then.

After taking his leave, Xiao Feng returned to his villa, pulling Zhao Guo'an along to make lunch.

At the moment, what he wanted to figure out most was, what's the effect of that dirt?

"Bring over a bigger bucket, and put half of it in first." Xiao Feng instructed while standing in the courtyard.

The Lone Wolf and others got busy and soon finished the task.

Du Qingyue and a little girl came out and saw Xiao Feng and a group of people moving around a bucket of dirt with a curious expression.

"Brother Xiao Feng, what are you doing?" the little girl asked in confusion.

Xiao Feng smiled and waved, "You're just in time, I got something fun, who wants to try it?"

"Me, me, me!" the little girl shouted, running over, blinking her big eyes, and asked, "Are we making clay figurines?"

Xiao Feng shook his head, "No, just put your hands in."

"What's so fun about that?" The little girl showed an obviously disappointed expression, but despite saying that, she rolled up her sleeves and put her arms into the mud.

"Hiss..."

As soon as her hands went in, the little girl shuddered and sucked in a breath of cold air.

"What happened?" Lu Yao asked worriedly.

The little girl exhaled a breath and said, "Nothing, the dirt's just a bit cold."

Then, she looked up at Xiao Feng, "And then?"

"Then try to take your hands out." Xiao Feng said with a barely hidden smile.

The little girl, puzzled, tried to pull her hands out but found she couldn't move them!

What's going on?

While puzzled, the little girl was also a bit unconvinced, so she stood up and exerted more force.

"Ah!"

The little girl screamed, showing a pained expression.

"Are you acting?" Jiang Yixin giggled.

Du Qingyue noticed something was wrong, crouched down, and supported the little girl's shoulder, "Is there something wrong with this mud?"

The little girl nodded repeatedly and then pleaded, "Sister Qingyue, Sister Lu Yao, Sister Jiang, my hands are stuck!"

"How can they be stuck?" Du Qingyue frowned slightly, reaching out to touch the top layer of mud, finding no sign of solidification.

Lu Yao shook her head with a smile, "Shihan, stop joking, quickly pull your hands out, don't catch a cold!"

"I'm not joking!" The little girl said as if she was about to cry, "My hands really can't get out!"

Lu Yao and Du Qingyue exchanged a glance and walked over to the little girl, each holding one of her arms, trying to pull them up, but their expressions changed.

They really couldn't move?

"Brother Xiao Feng, is this what you call fun?" The little girl looked at Xiao Feng with puffy cheeks, complaining.

"Isn't it fun?" Xiao Feng struggled to suppress his laughter, "I think it's pretty fun."