The director laughed and said, "Zhou Xiang, Ling Ran, you wouldn't even come to see me unless you have something to ask me, right?"
Xie Lin jokingly said, "Your place isn't a good one, so of course you went there because you had something to do."
The director replied, "Yes, that's a great place. If Yuhu Park wasn't where your food station is, who would still want to go there? It's not like we used to have to beg for meat."
Xie Lin raised his head and nodded, "You are suitable to talk to Zhou Xiang, both of them are unforgiving."
"Of course I'm talking to her. Who told you to butt in?"
Xie Ling waved his hand, shut up and made way.
Zhou wanted to laugh at these people. In fact, every unit was similar. The planned economy era was over, and the units that were popular in the past were now in decline.
"Director, I've been busy since I got back. You saw it. I've finished the work at the park and I'm just starting to relax. How about I come and see you tomorrow?"
The director waved his hand, "Don't worry, you're afraid of having something to do with me. It's so hot, I'm still more comfortable with the fan."
Everyone laughed at him for being unreasonable.
The yard was bustling with activity, but the main room was relatively quiet. Cao Xiaosong sat with his fiancée and talked.
But Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran were too eye-catching, and Yao Qian couldn't help but notice them. "Who are they?"
"Oh! It's the one I told you about, my savior Zhou Xiang, and her fiancé Ling Ran."
Yao Qian nodded, "Then, should we go say hello?"
"Well! It's time to go say hello."
Cao Xiaosong brought Yao Qian out, and the yard suddenly became much quieter, and everyone lowered their voices.
Zhou Xiang turned around following everyone's gaze, and saw a pretty lady standing next to the smiling Cao Xiaosong. She had big eyes, a high nose, and a small mouth, and looked very cute.
According to her mother, this girl should be 26 years old, but her dress and expression don't look like it.
If it weren't for Cao Xiaosong's good looks, everyone would believe that the two of them were father and daughter. After all, Cao Xiaosong is 20 years older than her.
Zhou Xiang smiled, "Brother Xiaosong."
Cao Xiaosong nodded, "Zhou Xiang, Ling Ran, let me introduce you. This is my fiancée, Yao Qian. Yao Qian, these two are Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran. Zhou Xiang is my savior, and Ling Ran is her fiancé."
Zhou Xiang nodded to Yao Qian, "Hello!"
Yao Qian also nodded and said, "Hello!"
Hmm! The sound is very 'crisp'.
Yao Qian nodded to Ling Ran again, "Hello!"
Ling then took a half step back, half leaned behind Zhou Xiang, and hummed lightly.
Seeing Yao Qian's sweet smile was about to falter, Zhou Xiang explained, "My fiancé isn't very sociable, and he doesn't like talking to other women. Furthermore, if a woman gets too close to him, he'll kick her. Last month, he even kicked a woman onto someone else's roof!"
Yao Qian's expression brightened up again, returning to her cute look.
After hearing Zhou Xiang's explanation, everyone burst into laughter. Everyone had heard about Ling Ran kicking someone, so it was a pity that they didn't see the scene.
Cao Xiaosong held Yao Qian's hand. Yao Qian's expression, which had been a little tense due to everyone's laughter, calmed down again.
Doctor Cao shook his head secretly and sighed in his heart. He couldn't care less and should arrange his own old age!
It was eleven o'clock and the apprenticeship ceremony officially began. Everyone entered the main room and the table in the hall was moved inward.
There was a chair placed near the door, and a cushion was placed on the ground in front of the chair. Doctor Cao was sitting upright on the chair.
The ceremony was presided over by the director of the cultural center. It was very simple and consisted of some formal remarks, which stated that today was an auspicious day and time for Doctor Cao to accept Ren Qing as his disciple, and that from then on he should respect his teacher and so on.
Then, Ren Qing knelt on the mat, took the teacup from the tray handed to him by others with both hands, and held it respectfully in front of Doctor Cao.
"Master, please have some tea!"
Doctor Cao took the teacup, took a sip, and placed it back on the tray. "Great! I never thought that I, Cao Zhengde, at my advanced age, would still be able to accept such a skillful apprentice. Great! While I'm entertaining everyone today, I'd like to make this announcement.
Once a teacher, always a father. I plan to let my only disciple Ren Qing take care of me in my later years. Therefore, after I die, everything I own will belong to Ren Qing, including my money, property, and all the prescriptions and medicinal materials in this house.
My son Cao Xiaosong has no reason or right to take anything from me. As witnesses, I have already written my will. I will present it to you all and have you sign it as a witness."
Everyone was silent. What had happened? Doctor Cao had devoted over thirty years to treating this son, and how could this be the end?
Cao Xiaosong's face turned pale. His father was disappointed in him. Although he didn't care about these things, was this behavior a declaration of his unfilial behavior?
Yao Qian stood up and said, "I don't agree."
Cao Xiaosong came to his senses and held her back, "Don't talk nonsense, everything is decided by your father."
He also forcibly covered Yao Qian's mouth to prevent her from speaking.
Doctor Cao took out his will, read its contents clearly, and then asked everyone present to sign, including Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran.
Finally, he handed the will to Zhou Xiang and said, "Zhou Xiang, you are Xiaosong's savior. I will keep this will for you. You must keep it well."
He said the last sentence with great emphasis and winked at Zhou Xiang.
Zhou Xiang solemnly accepted the will and said, "Don't worry, I promise to keep it safe for you and not let your hard work go to waste."
Why didn't Doctor Cao mention the medical book? If he accepted a disciple, shouldn't he pass on the medical book?
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