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Zhou Fu had just let slip in his excitement upon hearing that Qiao Jing cooked for Zhan Qipei almost every day.

“He calls you Master?” Zhan Qipei’s heart was hit by waves of shock as he pursed his thin lips, his burning gaze landing on Qiao Jing.

The whole world knew that Zhou Fu’s master was Qiao Jing.

If Zhou Fu called her Master, then wasn’t she the legendary Divine Doctor Jing?!

Then her medical skills couldn’t possibly be mediocre!

At this thought, Zhan Qipei’s dark pupils suddenly dilated.

The person who took him from the cornfield that day, who performed surgery on him, could it really be Qiao Jing?!

“Yeah, she’s my Master. Her cooking is tasty, so I took her as my master to learn cooking,” Zhou Fu said with a quick wit.

“What?” Zhan Qipei’s excitement instantly froze.

“Just following her and learning to cook!” Zhou Fu’s eyes were wide open as if the wider they were, the more conviction he had in his words.

After a stunned pause of two seconds, Zhan Qipei turned to look at Qiao Jing, “Is what he’s saying true?”

Qiao Jing serenely poured herself a drink, “He is indeed my disciple, and it’s true that he has learned cooking from me.”

What she said was true; when Zhou Fu initially took her as his master, it wasn’t for her medical skills, but for her culinary arts.

However, in terms of cooking, he had no talent whatsoever.

After Zhou Fu blew up the 108th pot in a row, Qiao Jing no longer wished to teach him cooking.

Zhan Qipei carefully observed both Qiao Jing and Zhou Fu; neither seemed to show signs of lying.

Disappointment reached the depths of his eyes, and he poured himself a glass of red wine, downing it in one gulp.

He had thought he finally found that girl, but it turned out to be a false joy.

Right!

Zhan Qipei suddenly remembered something and looked up at Zhou Fu, “How old is your master, Divine Doctor Jing, this year?”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fu guessed what Zhan Qipei was getting at.

“My Master is 43.”

It’ll be 20 years before she’s 43, he didn’t say that his Master was 43 this year.

Zhou Fu mumbled the latter part to himself.

The flicker of hope on Zhan Qipei’s face vanished in an instant.

That girl, although he hadn’t seen her face clearly, he was certain that she was at most in her early twenties.

Indeed, after all, Zhou Fu’s master, the Empire’s top divine doctor, how could that young girl possibly be the same person as Divine Doctor Jing.

The more he thought about it, the more irritable Zhan Qipei felt. After a few glasses of red wine, he became so drunk that he swayed unsteadily, his consciousness blurred, and finally, he slumped over the table, motionless.

“Master, shall I help you take him out first?” Zhou Fu asked.

“Fine.” Qiao Jing was never polite with Zhou Fu, seeing him as one of her own, she felt there was no need for courtesy.

Zhou Fu reached to pull Zhan Qipei, but before he could touch him, Zhan Qipei woke up.

“Who allowed you to touch me, scram.”

“What?” Zhou Fu jumped, considering that he was also a highly respected divine doctor ranked second in the Empire.

And the higher the medical skills, the stranger the temperament.

Qiao Jing was, and so was Zhou Fu.

“I’m always revered by others, and today I was actually yelled at. Master, look at him, a mere whippersnapper dares to shout at me? I really want to stick him with a needle and make him infertile, so he can no longer carry on the line, so that he’s childless for life!”

“Alright, you’re a 40-year-old arguing with a drunkard, what’s the point?” Qiao Jing said unamused.

“Master, how could you say that? I’m clearly only 39, how could you call me 40?” Zhou Fu bristled.

Qiao Jing gave Zhou Fu a look, letting him figure it out on his own.

Too lazy to deal with Zhou Fu, Zhou Fu extended his hand to pull Zhan Qipei.

“Master, keep your distance from him. This guy is bad-tempered when he’s drunk; what if he tells you to scram too?”

Before Zhou Fu finished speaking, Qiao Jing’s hand had already reached Zhan Qipei’s arm.

“Get up, let’s go back.”

Zhan Qipei squinted his heavy eyelids, vaguely making out the figure of Qiao Jing.

It really seemed…

Very much like…

“Hey! Get up.” Qiao Jing called out again.

“Okay.” Zhan Qipei obediently responded and got up, following the pull of Qiao Jing’s hand,

using her strength to stand.

Zhou Fu held his breath.

Why should it be?

When he called you just now, you told him to roll. When his master calls you, you just say okay.

Are you really drunk or just faking it?

After getting up, Zhan Qipei staggered, hardly able to stand on his feet.

As Qiao Jing supported Zhan Qipei, she glanced at his legs, “If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you.”

“Mhm…” Zhan Qipei leaned onto Qiao Jing, wrapping her up tightly from behind.

“Come on! Taking advantage of my master when I’m here as an apprentice!” Zhou Fu reached out to pull Zhan Qipei away.

“Don’t touch him. What if he falls?” Qiao Jing spoke out to stop him.

Zhou Fu looked at Qiao Jing with disbelief, “Master, you feel sorry for him? You couldn’t possibly have fallen for him, could you?”

Qiao Jing couldn’t be bothered to entertain Zhou Fu, “Open the car door.”

Zhou Fu pouted, looking unhappy.

“I won’t recognize such an apprentice-grandfather.”

Ignoring Zhou Fu’s grumbling, Qiao Jing took a taxi back to Nantai Apartment.

Zhan Qipei was very drunk, which didn’t bother Qiao Jing too much. What she couldn’t stand was that the man kept gripping her wrist and not letting go, mumbling under his breath.

“I’ve caught you… Now you can’t run away…”

Qiao Jing guessed Zhan Qipei, in his drunken state, had mistaken her for the person who saved him that day.

Having her wrist clutched for over an hour, Qiao Jing grew anxious to use the restroom. She exerted force to pull her hand free.

But the harder she pulled, the tighter he gripped.

“Still trying to run… I’ve looked for you so long… To dare do that to me… No woman has ever dared touch me, yet you even dared to shave…”

The man burped right at that point.

Qiao Jing tried prying his fingers off, to no avail.

“How can I remove the bullet if I don’t shave? That’s basic medical knowledge, you know?” Qiao Jing couldn’t help but retort.

“The price… I want you to pay for a lifetime… I won’t let you escape from the palm of my hand for the rest of your life…”

The more the man spoke, the more speechless Qiao Jing became.

It was like Lu Dongbin being bitten by a dog, unappreciative of kindness; she operated on you, saved your life, and yet you seek vengeance!

Qiao Jing pulled out a Golden Needle and pricked the man’s wrist with it.

“Mmm—” Zhan Qipei flinched in pain and tugged at his hand.

Qiao Jing swiftly withdrew her hand.

At last, she was free.

Touching her abdomen, the bloating pain was severe, so she hurried to the restroom for relief.

Just as Qiao Jing stepped into the restroom and sat down, not even three seconds had passed when the door was pushed open from outside.

Perched on the toilet, Qiao Jing looked up in astonishment at Zhan Qipei towering over her.

She felt she had never been so lost for words in her life.

As if she weren’t lost for words enough, the man completely ignored her presence, walked straight to the urinal beside her, and began…