"Excuse , sir. Could you please tell us if Mr. Jiang lives here?"
Another woman, who was Black and had her hair in braids, also asked with a smile.
Although she was Black, her innocent features and the radiant glow of her skin showed that she was a true beauty in the making.
"Mr. Jiang does indeed live here, but you should introduce yourselves first." Xue Zhong composed himself and clasped his hands behind his back.
"So Mr. Jiang really does live here!"
The last woman, who had East Asian features and black hair, suddenly smiled. "Sir, please let us in. We're here to warm Mr. Jiang's bed."
"To… to warm his bed?"
Hearing this, Xue Zhong stumbled, then said, "In that case, please wait outside for a mont."
He imdiately closed the door and turned to look at Jiang Xinghai and Ma Long.
"Elder Xue, so you were planning on hiding so beauties for yourself! Looks like we got here just in ti," Ma Long teased.
"Shut your mouth, you brat."
Xue Zhong's old face flushed red as he looked at Jiang Xinghai. "Mr. Jiang, outside…"
"I heard."
Jiang Xinghai was rather speechless. 'This must be the Butcher's doing.'
"Then I'll have them wait in your room." Xue Zhong imdiately led the three won of different complexions to the room where Jiang Xinghai was staying.
When he returned, his face was still flushed.
"I say, Elder Xue, why are you still blushing?" Ma Long couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xue Zhong's flustered and uneasy expression.
Xue Zhong shot Ma Long a glare.
Then, with an expression like a child's, he walked up to Jiang Xinghai and, with a THUD, dropped to his knees.
"Elder Xue, what is the aning of this?" Jiang Xinghai was also completely stunned.
"Mr. Jiang, I have actually always wanted to ask you to be my master. I've finally found the chance." Xue Zhong had been looking for an opportunity, and this was one he could not miss.
"You want to take as your master?"
Jiang Xinghai, sitting on a stool, lit a cigarette. "Elder Xue, you are one of the ten great Saint Hands of the National dical Hall. I'm just a country doctor. What have I done to deserve you asking to be my disciple?"
"Mr. Jiang, your dical skill is so profound that I can't even hope to catch up. Besides, in the world of dicine, it has always been that the most accomplished is the teacher. Please accept ." As Xue Zhong spoke, he placed his hands on the floor and began to kowtow, knocking his head on the ground nine tis.
Jiang Xinghai hesitated for a mont. "Elder Xue, your aptitude is exceptionally poor. To have reached the Middle Stage of a Ming Doctor at the age of eighty shows that you've worked very hard. It won't be difficult to beco my disciple, but you will need to endure hardships that ordinary people cannot bear. Are you sure about this?"
"Mr. Jiang, I am sure. No matter how difficult it gets, I will temper myself and forge ahead." Xue Zhong heard the signal Jiang Xinghai was giving him and was incredibly excited.
Jiang Xinghai snuffed out his cigarette, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood before the bed. "In the field of dicine, our predecessors established four levels: Chinese dicine Practitioner, Ming Doctor, National Doctor, and Divine Doctor. Each level is further divided into Early, Middle, and Late stages. I can only accept you as a true disciple once you've reached the level of a National Doctor. For now, I will take you as a nominal disciple."
'A nominal disciple?'
Xue Zhong nodded without hesitation. "Thank you for your grace, Master. Xue understands."
'Xue?'
Ma Long stumbled and bumped into the wall.
Jiang Xinghai couldn't help but grin at that. 'Does he really have to call himself that?'
"From now on, there's no need for such grand ceremonies in front of others. Address as you did before. Get up." With a wave of his hand, Jiang Xinghai sent out a wisp of pure, gentle energy that helped Xue Zhong to his feet.
He then passed Xue Zhong an ancient dical manual called "Heart Doctor." "This book covers both dical Arts and Martial Arts. Cultivate dicine by day and martial arts by night. If you want to achieve anything, you first need a good body. You are over eighty, so you must first refine your physique to make yourself healthy. Only then will you have a chance to reach the level of a National Doctor."
SOB… SOB… SOB…
Xue Zhong accepted "Heart Doctor," treasuring it imnsely, his face streaked with tears of excitent.
'This old man sure is emotional.'
Jiang Xinghai and Ma Long exchanged a smile.
THUD!
Suddenly, Ma Long also dropped to his knees. "Brother Hai, I want to be your disciple too! Teach so Ancient Martial Arts!"
"You… your ti has not yet co. We'll talk about it later."
Jiang Xinghai gave an innocent smile, pushed past the two of them, and walked out. "It's late. I should get so rest."
'Ti to see just how those three beauties of different complexions are going to warm my bed,' he thought.
Xue Zhong and Ma Long exchanged a smile.
'Looks like Jiang Xinghai is in for a busy night.'
"Master Xue, too bad there's no one to warm our beds. I'm leaving." Ma Long sighed and pushed open the door.
However, the blonde, blue-eyed white woman and the Black woman with the braids were standing at the door, smiling.
"Are you two door gods?" Ma Long blurted out.
"Mr. Jiang said we are to attend to you two." The Black woman smiled, revealing dazzlingly white teeth.
"This… isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Ma Long glanced sideways at Xue Zhong.
Xue Zhong waved a hand dismissively. "I'm old. You take both of them."
"Mr. Jiang told to co warm Mr. Xue's bed, so you shouldn't refuse."
The Black woman giggled, stepped inside, and closed the door. "Otherwise, I won't be able to report back."
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