After having lunch, the clinic had no patients for a while. Lu Zheng lay lazily in a chair, almost dozing off, when he was suddenly jolted awake by Hu Zhou's shouting.
"Master! Master!"
Lu Zheng replied grumpily, "I'm only twenty-three, my ears aren't deaf yet!"
Ever since Lu Zheng saw that Hu Zhou was filial and had turned over a new leaf, and realized he had extraordinary talent, he began teaching him martial arts, after which Hu Zhou started calling him Master.
Although Lu Zheng expressed that he didn't intend to take on a disciple, Hu Zhou never stopped calling him that. If Lu Zheng spoke harshly, this half-grown kid would act like he was about to cry, so Lu Zheng had no choice but to pinch his nose and accept him as a disciple.
"Master! Master!"
Hu Zhou ran into the clinic, looking excited.
"I tell you, I... huh?" Lu Zheng sat up and suddenly raised an eyebrow. "You've cultivated Martial Dao Blood Qi?"
