Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 121: Chapter 67 Educational Issues

“My wife said she’s not coming out, and no one is to disturb her!”

Han Mo stood with his arms firmly spread, blocking Uncle Song’s vain attempt to knock on the door.

Uncle Song’s hands fell in defeat, but after a moment of thought, he wasn’t ready to give up, “Xiao Mozi, the Young Master is inside, aren’t you the least bit worried?”

Such an unconcerned white-eyed wolf, playing Little Door God, he’s really taken after Han Qiu!

Han Mo deciphered Uncle Song’s thoughts from his gaze and snorted disdainfully, tilting his head proudly, “Trust the wife, secure Changsheng!”

What a proud and aloof thing to say!

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Uncle Song and Dong Lei were silent for a moment, their eyes intently on Little Door God Han Mo.

“Who said that?” Uncle Song, being older, was the first to find his voice again.

It better not be his Young Master! His Young Master has had a tough life, and he is such a clever and endearing child; his wife mustn’t lead him astray!

Dong Lei nodded in agreement, his eyes boring into Han Mo.

Their gazes were so intense that Han Mo felt a chill down his spine. He thought for a moment, then looked up again, “Does it make a difference?”

Does it make a difference?

Can you expect twisted melons to yield good jujubes?

Whether it’s the wife or the Young Master who said it, really, it makes no difference!

With a clearer understanding, Uncle Song and Dong Lei grew even more concerned. Their worries escalated from the Young Master’s situation in the middle of surgery to concerns about his upbringing, a tough problem without a clear solution.

“Xiao Leizi, the Young Master is still young; this… shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Uncle Song looked earnestly at Dong Lei crouching by the Small Medicine Furnace, “Our Gu Family is counting on this one and only seedling…”

“My mother says, you can tell the adult by the child at three, and the old by the child at ten,” Dong Lei curtly cut Uncle Song off before he could finish his sentence, his face a portrait of helplessness.

Uncle Song felt even more frustrated and raised his voice a bit, “What if the Young Master is different?”

“My mother says, never pin your hopes on fluke; it’s about as likely as gold falling from the sky,” Dong Lei replied.

“So who on earth do we turn to for reasoning?” Uncle Song sighed.

“My mother says upbringing is important. If we get to the bottom of this, the root lies with Old Grand Master Gu…” Dong Lei replied with pragmatic sincerity, fanning himself with a small fan.

Uncle Song nearly choked on a breath of old blood, it took him a long time to exhale deeply and he side-eyed the innocent-looking Dong Lei, “The wife is indeed never wrong, your mother is really matchless!”

The Old Grand Master had steered his own wife wrong, and now the Young Master was being led astray by his wife; in that sense, it seemed utterly inevitable!

There’s nowhere to turn for reasoning! The Old Grand Master was already deceased, and his own wife was just like this, what else could he do?

Little Door God Han Mo’s eyes darted back and forth between Uncle Song and Dong Lei until finally, very calmly, he drew his conclusion, “The wife is indeed never wrong, there really is no shortage of people who like to worry needlessly.”

And weren’t these two prime examples?

What’s wrong with the Young Master? He felt the Young Master was doing just fine! Perfect, in fact!

Though Han Mo’s voice wasn’t loud, his words still reached the ears of the two needless worriers without missing a beat.

Again, the wife’s word! The wife is truly the unrivaled one!

When Gu Changsheng tiredly pushed open the door, the three people blocking the doorway were staring each other down, an air of animosity between them.

“What’s going on here?”

Uncle Song was composed and efficient, Dong Lei was the silent, hardworking type, and Han Mo, the little brat, was the kind who speaks little, treasuring his words like gold; how could these three possibly come to blows?

“You’re out, wife, where’s the Young Master?” Uncle Song was the first to come to, rushing to Gu Changsheng in just a few steps, asking eagerly.

“Yes, where is the Young Master?” Dong Lei echoed, not to be outdone.

Gu Changsheng gave them a puzzled look, not bothering to get to the heart of the matter, and lifted the homemade mask from his mouth, “Although the root of the tumor was somewhat difficult to separate, the surgery was still very successful.”

“And the Young Master?” Uncle Song craned his neck to peer inside the house, where he could vaguely make out the busy figures of Han Qiu and Xiao Cui.

“He hasn’t woken up yet; the anesthesia hasn’t worn off.” Gu Changsheng also turned to look back, a warm smile appearing on his face. Though he was tired and weary, it was worth it for his precious son!

“Wife…” Uncle Song wanted to ask more, but was cut off by a wave of Gu Changsheng’s hand.

“Xiao Leizi, is the medicine I asked you to decoct ready?”

“It’s ready.” Dong Lei pointed with his little fan, and the Medicine Jar on the Small Medicine Furnace was bubbling diligently.

“Serve it to me.” Gu Changsheng moved his neck, which was a bit stiff from being hunched over for so long.