Shi Jingpei's face darkened as he wore the plaster on his face. "Uncle Han, couldn't you have taken some medicine or applied something? There's no need to wear this, is there? I still have to go to work. Won't people laugh at me if they see this?"
Mr. Han glanced at him and said, "It will heal faster this way. It will be completely gone in less than five days. If you take medicine or apply it topically, you won't achieve the same effect. All medicines have some side effects, so just leave it on."
"These next few days, just drink plain porridge. You can't touch any meat, fish, salty, spicy, cold, or hard foods. Besides the plaster, you can't cover yourself up, understand?"
Shi Jingpei felt like crying but had no choice but to nod. It was the start of a new quarter, a time when everyone was trying to make a good impression. He couldn't take leave and stay home. Going to work with this thing on would ruin his image.
However, he had always admired Mr. Han's medical skills, so he paid the money, gritted his teeth, and left with droopy eyelids.
Once everyone had left, Mr. Han said to the onlookers, "Brother Zhao is no fool. He has trained countless batches of soldiers; you could say that 10% of all the officers in the country are his students."
"He's gained experience in training people; even if he throws stones at someone, he can ensure it's not a big deal. Just listen and watch, don't spread it around. He's a key protected individual; don't cause trouble by talking too much."
Everyone nodded in agreement, their backs breaking out in a cold sweat.
Even if Old Master Zhao did not accept the invitation to move into the Forbidden City, his status and contributions are undeniable, and no one can tarnish his reputation with just a few words.
"Besides, how many good people can openly file complaints like this?"
Everyone agrees with this statement; he's shameless enough to resort to such womanly tactics at his age.
But no matter how much Mr. Han instructed them, some people couldn't control their mouths and spread the word.
After hearing this, Ke Meiyu said a few words to Ying Yan.
Ying Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Shi Jingpei's wife is from the Ling family."
The two exchanged a glance. When Old Master Zhao first arrived, his house was always bustling with visitors, but he rarely received guests afterward.
After leaving the Qin family, the first person the old man wanted to see was naturally the one he had entrusted to pick up his granddaughter years ago.
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