Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 556 - 102_4

Chapter 556: Chapter 102_4

At this moment, Lin Shuyou slowly woke up, opening his eyes.

Lin Fu’an covered his face with both hands, bowing his head.

There was no helping it, he was ashamed.

"Grandpa, Master..." Lin Shuyou had slept soundly; his body had been conditioned by his master and grandfather, but he still remembered the unfinished conversation, his master and grandfather clearly didn’t believe that he was about to receive any inheritance, "I really did come across a great opportunity."

Lin Fu’an and Chen Shoumen looked at each other, neither willing to speak.

Would they really say:

"Child, be good, your opportunity is gone, and we’ve even made you an enemy."

Lin Shuyou clenched his fists, his expression intense as he said:

"Believe me, Master, Grandpa, that thing is very useful to us officials, it’s what we need the most. Once I obtain it, Grandpa, you can share it with the other temples, so all the officials can better fight against evil spirits and protect the path of righteousness!

Grandpa?"

Lin Shuyou saw Lin Fu’an’s expression and thought that his grandpa was happy, so he was happy too, mistaking it for Grandpa finally believing in him.

Influenced by Tan Wenbin, the previously upright and reserved Lin Shuyou had rarely started to flatter:

"Grandpa, haven’t you always wanted to be the chairman of the Temple Head Association? With it, you could take the position, how great would that be!"

Lin Fu’an forced a smile, taking Lin Shuyou’s hand:

"Good child, this chairman position of the Temple Head Association is not a must for your grandpa..."

The current situation was that it was still uncertain whether their family temple could be preserved.

Chen Shoumen vigorously rubbed his face: "Ah You, your master has something to tell you..."

Lin Fu’an suddenly stood up: "Ah You just woke up, let him sleep a bit more, we’ll go out first."

Chen Shoumen could only follow his own master out to the corridor outside the ward.

"Master, we’re not telling the truth?"

"We can’t tell, we’ve already made one wrong move, we can’t continue to make mistakes."

"So we’re going back now?"

"We can’t go back, there needs to be an explanation. If we just leave like this, it’d be as if the issue is unresolved; if Jinling is not settled, it’s like forcing them to go back to their hometown to settle with us."

"Then should we go and present a visiting card?"

"We cannot go and present a visiting card.

Although we have already been arrogant first and then polite, if you come again with a literal gesture, it’s plain to tell them:

If it wasn’t for the respect of your being from the Dragon King family, we would have come here to challenge your threshold, and destroy... your gate!"

Chen Shoumen: "Then we..."

Lin Fu’an: "We’ll just wait here, waiting for them to send us word."

At this time, Doctor Fan Shulin, who had already gone home and asleep, came back to work.

He brought not only dates today but also a bag of oranges and a box of rice cakes made by his own mother.

Passing by, he glanced at the old and middle-aged men standing here, then walked into the ward.

"Oh, Binbin isn’t here?"

Fan Shulin placed the items on the bedside table.

"Brother Fan, my Brother Binbin isn’t here, but he must have just visited, he brought me some stuff."

Lin Shuyou knew that it was this young doctor who had performed surgery on him last time; it must be the same this time.

"Hey, seems like your big brother really takes good care of his little brother, even bringing you so much food."

Fan Shulin grabbed a bottle of milk, untwisted it, and took a sip. The taste was as rich as the red envelope he had received last night.

"It’s my fault for worrying my big brother."

"That’s not true; I can’t see it, anyway. He gives me the feeling of a senior from school.

How should I put it, he seems a bit detached from life and death, as if one day, if he died and could crawl out of his coffin, he’d still be happy to play the suona for himself."

Fan Shulin also felt this sensation was rather eerie; the other party was just a freshman, what has he experienced to become like this, but this person was also truly interesting. Despite being coerced by him again and again, he kept feeling good about him.

This goodwill wasn’t due to the red envelope, because if he really killed someone here without authorization, not only would his career but his whole life be over.

"Come on, I’ll check you out."

"Okay, Brother Fan."

After the check-up, Fan Shulin couldn’t help but be stunned:

"My goodness, recovering this well?"

At that moment, Fan Shulin’s mind echoed with what Tan Wenbin had said to him last night.

Could it be,

Am I truly a reincarnation of Bian Que, a living Hua Tuo?

...

The flowers bloom on two branches, each displaying its own charm.

Two newcomers arrived with imposing vigor, and left like quicksilver.

Uncle Qin was fine; he just smiled and also did not rush to roll his sleeves back down—he was waiting for the old lady’s command inside the room.

It was Aunt Liu who was genuinely a bit angry.

These days, her life was not too beautiful. She desperately needed to release it with a fight, but just as her hair was tied up, the people left.

But she did not hurry to let her hair down again. Perhaps the old lady wouldn’t call for Ali this time but for herself, right?

Initially, it was while Aunt Liu was cutting his hair that Li Zhiyuan learned about the officials from Aunt Liu.

This indicates that Aunt Liu was familiar with this faction.

She thought, if the old lady sent Ali, he would have to waste time flying a kite, but if she was sent instead, wouldn’t it be more straightforward?

No matter how powerful those Yin Gods were, she had never heard that they could detoxify and heal diseases.

Even if they did, but asking each to come down through divination, lining up to register would be too late.

Tan Wenbin touched his head, and at this moment, he finally realized something.

Oh no, it was he who led the imperial army into the village.

"Brother Xiao Yuan..."

"Go up, Granny is still waiting to give you a lesson."

"Okay, good."

The noonmeal of green bean rice was again made by Uncle Qin because now Aunt Liu was not temporarily tasteless and such, but in confusion, meaning... she might think putting a half bowl of salt in a bowl of soup would make it taste better.