Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Can You Spare Him?

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Can You Spare Him?

On the other side, Li Qiao arrived at the entrance of the Fu Family Martial Arts School and took out her phone, intending to send a message to Fu Lvting.

As she lowered her head, footsteps and the familiar voice of Fu Lvting came from ahead, “You’re here.”

Li Qiao stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, “Yeah, where’s the teacher?”

Dressed in black sportswear and still with sweat on his face, Fu Lvting wiped it off casually and pointed towards the backyard, “The old man is in the room I used to live in, over there students are not allowed, usually it’s quite quiet.

Come on, I’ll take you there.”

Li Qiao verbally thanked him, tucked her phone into her pocket, and followed Fu Lvting to the backyard.

The Fu Family Martial Arts School covered a large area, with several practice grounds at the front and back.

As they made their way through the martial arts field, they were surrounded by innumerable wooden piles used for practicing martial arts and various types of equipment.

At this time, many students were diligently practicing in the training area, and upon seeing Fu Lvting, they all stopped to greet him, “Eldest Young Master.”

Fu Lvting waved his hand, signaling them to continue.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao followed beside him, her expression indifferent as her gaze casually swept over the training ground, less than enthusiastic.

…

Backyard, West Wing Room.

Standing near the elegant arched gateway of the West Wing Room, Li Qiao glanced around at the surroundings, the central patio’s design still maintained its original ancient charm.

The surrounding circular rooms also exuded a peaceful and serene sense of age, indeed very suitable for convalescence.

At that moment, Fu Lvting gestured towards the carved wooden door ahead, “You go in, I’ll wait outside for you.

Call me if you need anything.”

“Sure, thanks a lot.”

Li Qiao nodded in agreement and then stepped forward to the door of Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s room, raising her hand to knock, but the wooden door opened by itself.

A faint smell of medicine wafted out from the room, and without hesitation, Li Qiao stepped over the threshold and walked in.

At that time, Uncle Zhong the Ninth was sitting at a wooden table, holding a pen in his left hand, and awkwardly scribbling and doodling on a piece of paper.

Hearing footsteps, he didn’t look up, his voice tinged with helplessness he sighed, “Fu Family kid, you come to me eight hundred times a day, what exactly are you so worried about?”

Li Qiao, with one knee bent, leaned against the doorframe and upon hearing Jiugong’s tone, couldn’t help raising her eyebrows, “It seems…

this Fu Family kid has really annoyed you quite a bit, teacher.”

Startled by Li Qiao’s voice, Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s pen paused, and he looked up with surprise, immediately his eyes crinkled into a smile, “Oh, you little girl, you still remember to visit me?”

Seeing Jiugong’s cheerful demeanor, the shadows in Li Qiao’s eyes also vanished, and her figure flitted towards him, “Sorry to have kept you waiting, teacher.”

Before long, the two sat opposite each other, Li Qiao carefully observed Jiugong, who seemed somewhat disheveled, but still spirited.

Li Qiao pondered for a moment and then got straight to the point, “Teacher, how do you feel staying here?”

Holding a teacup in his left hand, Uncle Zhong the Ninth took a sip and looked over the rim at her, “Not bad, it’s quiet and trouble-free, aside from the Fu Family kid annoying me every day, it’s all good.”

Not far from the door, the Fu Family kid: “…”

Hearing this, Li Qiao smiled lightly, “I didn’t consult with you before sending you here by myself, if you’re not comfortable, let me know anytime, and I can again…”

“Girl,” his voice was still lingering, but Uncle Zhong the Ninth cut in after placing down his teacup, “You don’t need to worry about me, this place is quite nice.

I guess you’re here today because the Fu Family kid said something to you, right?”

Li Qiao’s brows lifted, her face candid as she betrayed Fu Lvting, “Yes, indeed.”

“Heh, that stinking kid, always overthinking things.

He keeps thinking I’m burdened with heavy thoughts when I’m actually not, I’m just designing some drafts.”

Jiugong slid the draft on the desk corner towards Li Qiao, nudged his lips and said, “I’ve recently had some spare time, so I’ve been thinking about renovating my funeral parlor.

Take a look, how well did I draw these blueprints?”

Li Qiao took the draft, glanced at it twice, and then looked up at Jiugong’s expectant face.

After a few seconds of silence, she told a well-intentioned lie, “Hmm, pretty good.”

She truly couldn’t make out that the wobbly lines on the draft were blueprints of a building structure.

At this moment, Uncle Zhong the Ninth proudly thrust out his chin and began to prattle on about his design concept and reasons for the renovation.

Li Qiao listened quietly, her clearly defined black and white eyes never wavering from Uncle Zhong the Ninth.

A few minutes later, Jiugong, parched and weary from his speech, downed half a glass of water and his expression gradually sobered, “So, you don’t need to worry, I am perfectly fine.”

It’s likely that all elderly people prefer not to show their true emotions to the younger generation.

Li Qiao had long since realized that Jiugong was forcing a smile.

Thus, she didn’t expose him.

As time slowly passed, Li Qiao chatted with Jiugong for half an hour and then, reminding him to rest and recuperate, she planned to leave.

When she reached the door, Uncle Zhong the Ninth, sitting at the table, suddenly called out to Li Qiao, “Girl…”

He looked at her across the space, hesitant, his brows furrowed, murmuring, “Ah Liang is young and impulsive, acting rashly.

If one day he truly offends you, could you, for my sake, let him off the hook?”

Since the day he was taken away by Fu Lvting, he hadn’t inquired about how the conflict between Tu Anliang and Li Qiao was resolved.

These two children, one, his son, and the other, his apprentice, if possible, he didn’t wish for them to become enemies.

At this moment, Li Qiao calmly looked at Uncle Zhong the Ninth, every frame of the past three years they spent together as master and apprentice flashing through her mind.

She pursed her lips, lowered her eyelids, and nodded, “Okay.”

As long as Tu Anliang behaved himself, she was willing to let bygones be bygones.

For the sake of her teacher, it was worth compromising.

At this moment, receiving Li Qiao’s affirmation, Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s suppressed emotions were finally released.

He blinked continuously, deeply moved, “Girl, I thank you on his behalf.”

“Teacher, take good care of yourself.”

With the weight off Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s mind, he quickly regained his usual kindly demeanor, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Li Qiao gave Uncle Zhong the Ninth a deep look and then turned and walked out the door.

In fact, all the absent-mindedness and unease were mostly concerns for Tu Anliang.

It remains to be seen whether that local tyrant of South City can understand his teacher’s painstaking care.

…

At ten in the morning, Li Qiao returned to the laboratory.

She donned her white lab coat and threw herself into the hectic work, not taking a break until evening.

At this time, Lian Zhen approached with a glass of water and placed it in front of her, speaking gently, “Take a break, the arrangement of these molecular formulas is complex and variable, it needs to be done slowly.”

Without looking up or opening her eyes, Li Qiao ‘hummed’ in response, yet her hands never ceased their work.

Lian Zhen shook his head and chuckled, pulling up a chair and sitting down, “There’s really no need to rush, you know.

Last night, when you weren’t here, we had a spontaneous exchange meeting with the drug development team.”

“They’ve made progress with their experimental drugs recently, apparently finding an alternative medication that can temporarily suppress Guan Mingyu’s condition from worsening.”