Chapter 350: Master and Student [Part 2]
Whoosh—
The slum people rushed toward the wastes moment the transports started unloading them, not
even waiting for it to fully unload. The fully equipped young adults claimed the center, while the
women and the children scavenged the edges. Once the rest of the wastes were fully unloaded,
they would rush over and scavenge that as well.
Although everyone was wearing all kinds of gloves, certain medicines were so dangerous that a
small drop could cause massive corrosion damage if direct contact was made. There were also
all kinds of harmful gaseous substances that the inferior face masks of the slum people couldn’t
hope to insulate against, not to mention the far more common scratches and bruises one
suffered when they fought each other to grab certain valuables.
They didn’t care though. In their opinion, the minutes they could’ve used to treat their fresh
wounds were far better spent scavenging the waste piles. Literally everyone who did this carried
all kinds of scars on their person, and they had neither the money nor the thought to fix them.
After all, as long as they kept doing this, it was only a matter of time before they brought upon
themselves a plethora of new scars.
There were flies of all sizes flying atop the waste pile, and since the flying car came to a stop
Wheeze had been playing with them non-stop. The slum people were only interested in
medicines and medicine bottles, so they paid no attention to it even though it was probably fat
enough to feed a family for days.
Instead of letting his bodyguards push him around on his wheelchair like before, Flanders
stepped out of his flying car and walked on his own two feet. He was more or less fully
recovered after all. He glanced at the fat cat fooling around in the waste pile, but decided to
ignore it after he recalled what the fourth young master had said to him.
One of his bodyguards handed him a face mask, but he waved and pushed it away. It wasn’t
like they were inside the waste treatment plant itself, and the air quality was bearable since the
wind happened to be blowing the terrible stench away from him. The foul odor still caused him
to cough from time to time, but that was good because he was meeting his teacher right now.
The more pitiful he looked, the higher his chances of persuading his teacher became. Appearing
in full protection and accentuating his superiority over the slum people was only going to
achieve the exact opposite.
Flanders headed toward a narrow street with the two bodyguards, Cillin and Shusag. He left the
last one behind to guard the flying car.
They passed through a small alley, and at the end of the alley was a small courtyard which style
reminded him of Rikulab’s accommodation. Clearly, Rikulab’s teacher had left a deep
impression on his student.
The door to the courtyard was open. The scent of certain medicinal plants entered their nostrils
even before they entered the place. Someone—a patient who just finished receiving his
treatment—stepped out right as they walked in, and from there they saw an old man sitting
inside the hall and performing tui na for a patient. There were no medical equipment at this
place, meaning that there were many treatments that he could only perform with his own two
hands.
The old man had a very good-looking pair of arms. Unlike the blotchy, wrinkled, and rough limbs
of a normal old person, Jiu Xun’s was tough and glowing with health. There were many doctors
out there who were like idiots when they didn’t have a machine to assist them, but Jiu Xun
wasn’t one of those people. His arms could be a very good pair of medical equipment if need
be. Yes, the healing effects might not appear immediately, and yes, it wasn’t as efficient as the
medical instruments in the sanatoriums, but the fact that he could replicate them with own bare
hands was a feat on his own right.
A brawny, honest-looking youngster about seventeen to eighteen years old was standing next to
him. He was watching the old man’s every move without blinking.
Flanders was brimming with excitement to meet his teacher again, but he kept quiet because he
knew there was nothing Jiu Xun hated more than being disturbed while he was at work. His
quickened breathing and heart rate were the only signs that contradicted his calm appearance.
Ten minutes later, Jiu Xun rose to his feet and washed his hands in the basin of water the
brawny youngster passed to him. Then, he put on his gloves, spoke with his patient for a bit,
and gave him a medicine bottle with brown tablets in them. The bottle contained exactly the
number of tablets the patient needed to take to recover properly. All he needed to do was to
consume them as per Jiu Xun instructed.
Jiu Xun finally looked at the newcomers after he was finished with his patient. He scanned
everyone’s faces before pausing his gaze on Flanders. He frowned in remembrance until
recognition flashed across his eyes.
“Flanders?” Jiu Xun said slowly.
The old man had done his best to put on a calm appearance, but his tone suggested the
opposite even to a stranger like Cillin.
Flanders dropped to his knees and said, “Teacher—cough! Cough cough!—I finally found you,
teacher! Cough cough cough…”
Jiu Xun walked up to his student and pulled him back to his feet. “Why aren’t you wearing a
breathing mask if your lungs are hurt? The air here will only worsen your condition! Just
because you’re almost at full health doesn’t mean that you should tempt fate!”
A tearing Flanders coughed a couple more times before saying, “I forgot. I had rushed over
immediately after I heard that you’re here.”
Cillin: “...”
The two bodyguards didn’t even blink at their master’s bald-faced lie. Clearly, this wasn’t the first
time they had witnessed something like this.
Flanders acted less like the steady middle-aged man Cillin knew when they first met and more
like a pitiful child in front of Jiu Xun. They had been teacher and student for several years. Even
after many years of separation, Flanders still knew how to play his master better than most
people.
While criticizing Flanders for his carelessness, Jiu Xun beckoned the brawny youngster to bring
over a medicinal spray and gave Flanders a spray. After he said to the brawny youngster,
“We’re closing early. Please close the door,” he pulled his student into his house.
One of Flander’s bodyguard and Shusag stayed behind at the courtyard in case a suspicious
person or a patient showed up.
“Teacher, the fourth young master—I mean Shi Huajing—I mean Rikulab—”
Jiu Xun felt like smacking his student in the head. “Speak clearly! It’s been so many years, and
you still lose track of your words whenever you get excited?!”
Flanders thought to himself: only when I’m facing you, teacher.
A huge reason Flanders became who he was today was due to his study experience. Jiu Xun
was infamously a strictly teacher who demanded the best from every student he personally
taught no matter who they were. It didn’t matter who they belonged to or what connections they
had, nothing could get him to loosen his standards. It was why Flanders’ skills and abilities were
one hundred percent the real thing. Every clinical trial he ever conducted; every thesis he ever
authored and more was the product of his own efforts.
In fact, all the students who survived Jiu Xun’s teaching did pretty well in the medical industry,
although not all of them felt the same deep loyalty and affection toward the old man as
Flanders. Jiu Xun was an amazing teacher and doctor, but he was also bad-tempered, difficult
to please, demanding and inclined to criticize the hell out of his students. There were only a
handful of people in his life who could stand him.
Back when Flanders was still studying under Jiu Xun, he had had the bad habit of losing control
of his speech every time he grew excited or distressed, and Jiu Xun would criticize him for it. As
a result, it was almost like he was trained to lose control of his speech every time he panicked in
front of his teacher. The fact that he just did it again out of pure reflex even though it had been
years since he faced his teacher proved that time wasn’t the cure to all bad habits.
After learning that Rikulab, the poor boy he once took in was actually the young master of the
Shi Family, a great political family om GAL, Jiu Xun had fallen silent for a very long time. He
didn’t give a response when Flanders said that he wished to take him away from this place
either. Knowing his teacher, he immediately figured that Jiu Xun was planning to turn him down.
Jiu Xun was very demanding of his students, but it was because he truly believed that they were
capable of such heights. In fact, the old man had much higher expectations for Rikulab than he
had for Flanders. However, Jiu Xun’s memory of Rikulab was the depressed boy who ran away
from his home and almost let himself go to depravity, not the fourth young master who mastered
the Shi Family and was at the prime of his life right now.
Jiu Xun couldn’t find it in himself to reconcile the two drastically different images because he, to
put it bluntly, somewhat loathed the rich and powerful. After all, it was those people who had
stripped him of his right to become a scholar, and kicked out of the high level school he had
contributed many years to. Not only had he not gotten over the pain and loss, he remembered
them as clear as yesterday. Of course, he understood exactly how he had come to land in this
tragedy, but he couldn’t change his personality even if he wanted to.
Flanders panicked, but kept silent. He knew that any word that came tumbling out of his mouth
right now would be ineffective at best or counterproductive at worst. So, he turned to Cillin and
shot him a “help me” look. Shi Huajing did say that Cillin might be able to help him, and right
now he could use every help he could get.
Chapter 350: Master and Student [Part 2]
Whoosh—
The slum people rushed toward the wastes moment the transports started unloading them, not
even waiting for it to fully unload. The fully equipped young adults claimed the center, while the
women and the children scavenged the edges. Once the rest of the wastes were fully unloaded,
they would rush over and scavenge that as well.
Although everyone was wearing all kinds of gloves, certain medicines were so dangerous that a
small drop could cause massive corrosion damage if direct contact was made. There were also
all kinds of harmful gaseous substances that the inferior face masks of the slum people couldn’t
hope to insulate against, not to mention the far more common scratches and bruises one
suffered when they fought each other to grab certain valuables.
They didn’t care though. In their opinion, the minutes they could’ve used to treat their fresh
wounds were far better spent scavenging the waste piles. Literally everyone who did this carried
all kinds of scars on their person, and they had neither the money nor the thought to fix them.
After all, as long as they kept doing this, it was only a matter of time before they brought upon
themselves a plethora of new scars.
There were flies of all sizes flying atop the waste pile, and since the flying car came to a stop
Wheeze had been playing with them non-stop. The slum people were only interested in
medicines and medicine bottles, so they paid no attention to it even though it was probably fat
enough to feed a family for days.
Instead of letting his bodyguards push him around on his wheelchair like before, Flanders
stepped out of his flying car and walked on his own two feet. He was more or less fully
recovered after all. He glanced at the fat cat fooling around in the waste pile, but decided to
ignore it after he recalled what the fourth young master had said to him.
One of his bodyguards handed him a face mask, but he waved and pushed it away. It wasn’t
like they were inside the waste treatment plant itself, and the air quality was bearable since the
wind happened to be blowing the terrible stench away from him. The foul odor still caused him
to cough from time to time, but that was good because he was meeting his teacher right now.
The more pitiful he looked, the higher his chances of persuading his teacher became. Appearing
in full protection and accentuating his superiority over the slum people was only going to
achieve the exact opposite.
Flanders headed toward a narrow street with the two bodyguards, Cillin and Shusag. He left the
last one behind to guard the flying car.
They passed through a small alley, and at the end of the alley was a small courtyard which style
reminded him of Rikulab’s accommodation. Clearly, Rikulab’s teacher had left a deep
impression on his student.
The door to the courtyard was open. The scent of certain medicinal plants entered their nostrils
even before they entered the place. Someone—a patient who just finished receiving his
treatment—stepped out right as they walked in, and from there they saw an old man sitting
inside the hall and performing tui na for a patient. There were no medical equipment at this
place, meaning that there were many treatments that he could only perform with his own two
hands.
The old man had a very good-looking pair of arms. Unlike the blotchy, wrinkled, and rough limbs
of a normal old person, Jiu Xun’s was tough and glowing with health. There were many doctors
out there who were like idiots when they didn’t have a machine to assist them, but Jiu Xun
wasn’t one of those people. His arms could be a very good pair of medical equipment if need
be. Yes, the healing effects might not appear immediately, and yes, it wasn’t as efficient as the
medical instruments in the sanatoriums, but the fact that he could replicate them with own bare
hands was a feat on his own right.
A brawny, honest-looking youngster about seventeen to eighteen years old was standing next to
him. He was watching the old man’s every move without blinking.
Flanders was brimming with excitement to meet his teacher again, but he kept quiet because he
knew there was nothing Jiu Xun hated more than being disturbed while he was at work. His
quickened breathing and heart rate were the only signs that contradicted his calm appearance.
Ten minutes later, Jiu Xun rose to his feet and washed his hands in the basin of water the
brawny youngster passed to him. Then, he put on his gloves, spoke with his patient for a bit,
and gave him a medicine bottle with brown tablets in them. The bottle contained exactly the
number of tablets the patient needed to take to recover properly. All he needed to do was to
consume them as per Jiu Xun instructed.
Jiu Xun finally looked at the newcomers after he was finished with his patient. He scanned
everyone’s faces before pausing his gaze on Flanders. He frowned in remembrance until
recognition flashed across his eyes.
“Flanders?” Jiu Xun said slowly.
The old man had done his best to put on a calm appearance, but his tone suggested the
opposite even to a stranger like Cillin.
Flanders dropped to his knees and said, “Teacher—cough! Cough cough!—I finally found you,
teacher! Cough cough cough…”
Jiu Xun walked up to his student and pulled him back to his feet. “Why aren’t you wearing a
breathing mask if your lungs are hurt? The air here will only worsen your condition! Just
because you’re almost at full health doesn’t mean that you should tempt fate!”
A tearing Flanders coughed a couple more times before saying, “I forgot. I had rushed over
immediately after I heard that you’re here.”
Cillin: “...”
The two bodyguards didn’t even blink at their master’s bald-faced lie. Clearly, this wasn’t the first
time they had witnessed something like this.
Flanders acted less like the steady middle-aged man Cillin knew when they first met and more
like a pitiful child in front of Jiu Xun. They had been teacher and student for several years. Even
after many years of separation, Flanders still knew how to play his master better than most
people.
While criticizing Flanders for his carelessness, Jiu Xun beckoned the brawny youngster to bring
over a medicinal spray and gave Flanders a spray. After he said to the brawny youngster,
“We’re closing early. Please close the door,” he pulled his student into his house.
One of Flander’s bodyguard and Shusag stayed behind at the courtyard in case a suspicious
person or a patient showed up.
“Teacher, the fourth young master—I mean Shi Huajing—I mean Rikulab—”
Jiu Xun felt like smacking his student in the head. “Speak clearly! It’s been so many years, and
you still lose track of your words whenever you get excited?!”
Flanders thought to himself: only when I’m facing you, teacher.
A huge reason Flanders became who he was today was due to his study experience. Jiu Xun
was infamously a strictly teacher who demanded the best from every student he personally
taught no matter who they were. It didn’t matter who they belonged to or what connections they
had, nothing could get him to loosen his standards. It was why Flanders’ skills and abilities were
one hundred percent the real thing. Every clinical trial he ever conducted; every thesis he ever
authored and more was the product of his own efforts.
In fact, all the students who survived Jiu Xun’s teaching did pretty well in the medical industry,
although not all of them felt the same deep loyalty and affection toward the old man as
Flanders. Jiu Xun was an amazing teacher and doctor, but he was also bad-tempered, difficult
to please, demanding and inclined to criticize the hell out of his students. There were only a
handful of people in his life who could stand him.
Back when Flanders was still studying under Jiu Xun, he had had the bad habit of losing control
of his speech every time he grew excited or distressed, and Jiu Xun would criticize him for it. As
a result, it was almost like he was trained to lose control of his speech every time he panicked in
front of his teacher. The fact that he just did it again out of pure reflex even though it had been
years since he faced his teacher proved that time wasn’t the cure to all bad habits.
After learning that Rikulab, the poor boy he once took in was actually the young master of the
Shi Family, a great political family om GAL, Jiu Xun had fallen silent for a very long time. He
didn’t give a response when Flanders said that he wished to take him away from this place
either. Knowing his teacher, he immediately figured that Jiu Xun was planning to turn him down.
Jiu Xun was very demanding of his students, but it was because he truly believed that they were
capable of such heights. In fact, the old man had much higher expectations for Rikulab than he
had for Flanders. However, Jiu Xun’s memory of Rikulab was the depressed boy who ran away
from his home and almost let himself go to depravity, not the fourth young master who mastered
the Shi Family and was at the prime of his life right now.
Jiu Xun couldn’t find it in himself to reconcile the two drastically different images because he, to
put it bluntly, somewhat loathed the rich and powerful. After all, it was those people who had
stripped him of his right to become a scholar, and kicked out of the high level school he had
contributed many years to. Not only had he not gotten over the pain and loss, he remembered
them as clear as yesterday. Of course, he understood exactly how he had come to land in this
tragedy, but he couldn’t change his personality even if he wanted to.
Flanders panicked, but kept silent. He knew that any word that came tumbling out of his mouth
right now would be ineffective at best or counterproductive at worst. So, he turned to Cillin and
shot him a “help me” look. Shi Huajing did say that Cillin might be able to help him, and right
now he could use every help he could get.
