Yang Buhui’s hair was half white, his face wrinkled with age, yet he still wore a thick pair of gloves in the scorching heat.
He walked forward silently, only nodding slightly: "I’ll do my best. If it’s a coma, I have a special redy."
"Yes, I heard that when Mr. Bo was in a coma, it was you who ca to help treat him..." Gu Shiyin praised as she approached the bedside, her eyes subtly glancing at Zuzi, smiling, "My little niece at ho loves to joke, saying that doing ten good deeds a day could save my father. You see, children are truly carefree and innocent..."
Zuzi: "Mind your manners, I’m your ancestor, you’re the kid."
These few words made Yang Buhui tremble in his heart and soul.
He looked at Zuzi incredulously, as if he never anticipated eting this little girl again in the capital, so far from ho.
Yet Zuzi only lazily smiled: "Xiao Yang, here we et again. Are your hands still functional?"
Gu Pinting rushed over: "Zuzi, don’t embarrass us in front of the dean! You’re affecting my grandfather’s treatnt, get out!"
Finally seizing an opportunity to scold Zuzi, she went all out.
But who knew.
Zuzi didn’t even bother to respond a word.
She just cast a sidelong glance.
Imdiately, Gu Pinting felt as if a knife had slashed across her mouth, causing intense pain: "Ah, why are my lips cracked and burning with blisters? Boo-hoo-hoo!"
She had been careful about her diet to maintain her looks and hadn’t eaten anything inflammatory recently.
She just told Zuzi to get out, that’s all.
Gu Shiyin pursed her lips, speaking softly: "Zuzi, this is Elder Yang, the dean of the dical College. How could you call him Xiao Yang? It’s one thing to joke at ho..."
Just as she was speaking.
Unexpectedly.
Yang Buhui pushed her aside and respectfully bowed to Zuzi, a full one hundred twenty degrees!
Then, with a "thud," he knelt down before Zuzi: "Young Ancestor, Xiao Yang didn’t know you graced the capital with your presence. Had I known, I would have co to kneel before you earlier. Please forgive !"
Saying this, he stayed kneeling.
His head hit the ground heavily.
He gave the strong impression that unless Zuzi told him to rise, he absolutely wouldn’t dare to get up.
The sight left everyone in the room stunned.
Even Xi Rubao and Sun Jiao did not foresee this:
"Dean Yang, what are you doing..."
"Sister Zuzi, you..."
Gu Pinting covered her blistered mouth in agony, her face contorting in pain: "What, did you really call her an ancestor? Dean, are you crazy?"
Gu Shiyin was even more astonished: "Dean Yang, have you mistaken her identity...?"
To make Dean Yang kneel and kowtow, she couldn’t imagine anyone in the world deserving that honor.
Perhaps the president of the Red Cross, her master, could count.
But how could a wild girl from the county like Zuzi compare to her esteed master?
"I didn’t mistake her, this is the Young Ancestor!" Yang Buhui declared emphatically, "Back in Qingcheng, when Mr. Bo was in a coma, no one could treat him. In the end, it was the Young Ancestor who cured him. I saw it with my own eyes, how could I mistake her?"
Gu Shiyin gasped.
So, between Zuzi and Bao Gucheng in Qingcheng, there was such a connection.
No wonder, the excellent man that was supposed to be hers seed preoccupied after a visit to Qingcheng.
Last ti, Bao Gucheng’s injury was a secret, she couldn’t even go to treat him, how did Zuzi heal him with so evil technique?
She found it hard to believe.
"Elder Yang, did she really cure him? Or are you all just being humble..." Gu Shiyin wouldn’t give up.
However, Yang Buhui impatiently interrupted her: "I already said she’s the Ancestor, can’t you understand?"
He fiercely took off his gloves: "This is the consequence of not believing in the Ancestor; do you want the sa fate?"
Gu Shiyin was shocked by what she saw under the gloves.
Suddenly, it felt as though soone was pressing down on her, leaving her speechless on the spot!
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