Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Uncle Dao smiled heartily, "Of course, what do you want to ask?"

"First question, I want to know why you looked down on me so much before. It's obviously just the first time we met, and I didn't offend you!"

Hearing Lin Shuyang ask this, Uncle Dao laughed a little embarrassedly: "I just think you are too handsome, and you are swaying when you walk, and I think you are an embroidered pillow, so...hehehe, Now I know that people should not be judged by their appearance, boy, you are the most talented shooter among the people I have ever met."

Lin Shuyang grasped the key point of these words. He was swaying while walking?

Is this one of the "numerous flaws" that A Yi mentioned?

He looked down at his toes and made a mental note.

"Uncle Dao, the second question is, the division meeting is about to begin. Will you represent Ronghua Sect in the Dao Game?"

Hearing this, the smile on Uncle Dao's face gradually disappeared, "I told Mr. Rong that I will only stay here in Pine Forest Courtyard and won't go anywhere. I usually teach people how to speak a few words. Those outside It has nothing to do with me."

Lin Shuyang pursed his lips and smiled, "Uncle Dao, don't be nervous. I'm just asking. If you don't want to go, no one will force you."

"You kid, let me just add one more thing to my answer to your first question. Your smile looks so scary. You always feel like you are holding back something bad."

"My smile can offend you, Uncle Dao, but you are a bit unreasonable." Lin Shuyang was dumbfounded by what Uncle Dao said. How could a master like Uncle Dao be afraid of his laughter?

"Anyway, you better stop laughing like that in the future." Uncle Dao glanced at the blood blisters on Lin Shuyang's hands again, "Okay, that's it for today. Don't pick the blisters on your hands. It will be natural in two days. It's broken." After Uncle Dao said that, he put the guns into the wooden box and planned to move the wooden box back to the warehouse.

"It doesn't matter, I'm a doctor and I know how to treat wounds." Lin Shuyang looked up at Uncle Dao, moving from his face to his arm, and asked tentatively: "Uncle Dao, is your left hand injured?"

Uncle Dao paused in moving the wooden box. He put the wooden box down again and stood in front of Lin Shuyang. He looked at it again: "You are really a doctor. How did you tell that there is something wrong with my left hand?"

Lin Shuyang pursed his lips and smiled, not taking what Uncle Dao said before to heart at all, "Every time you move a wooden box, you put it down with your left hand first, and every time you take a gun from the wooden box, you put it down first. You take it with your left hand and then put it in your right hand. Oh, the strangest thing is that every time you turn around, you rotate counterclockwise. Generally, only people who are accustomed to using their left hands do this, so I guess you are left-handed. , right Uncle Dao?"

Uncle Dao chuckled and did not deny it.

"But you used your right hand to compete with me just now, and you also used your right hand to hold the knife, which puzzled me. Until just now, when you put the wooden box down, I saw your left hand shaking slightly. "

"Let me tell you, how can someone who can follow Young Master Rong be an embroidered pillow?" Uncle Dao raised his eyebrows, "I think you are a bit better than that Chang Yu."

"This sentence is not a compliment to me."

The implication is that compared to Chang Yu, he doesn't feel like he has anything to be proud of.

Uncle Dao understood the meaning of his words and laughed: "Hahaha, you kid, what you said is too damaging."

"Uncle Dao, why don't you let me take a look at your injury!" Lin Shuyang's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, "Believe me, my medical skills are very good."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Dao shook his head, "No need, my injury cannot be cured."

"Why? Apart from terminal illness, I have never heard of an injury that cannot be cured?"

Uncle Dao moved the wooden box again and smiled nonchalantly: "Young man, why do you have to investigate everything so clearly? I said I can't cure my injury. Even if the King of Heaven comes, it still can't be cured. .”

Lin Shuyang nodded: "I understand. Flesh wounds are easy to heal, but heart wounds are difficult to heal. Since Uncle Dao doesn't want to talk about it, I won't ask."

At the gate of Songlinyuan, a car slowly stopped. Chang Yu got out of the driver's seat and waved to him.

He glanced around the empty training ground, and then he realized to his surprise that the sun had set, and it seemed that only he and Uncle Dao were left in the entire Pine Forest Courtyard.

He walked to the water tank in the warehouse and washed his hands with Uncle Dao. "Today, I really want to thank Uncle Dao for teaching me how to use a gun."

Uncle Dao picked up a handful of water and avoided the water tank, then rushed it to his face. Then he shook the water droplets with his palm and said, "If you're polite, there's no need to say more. I see Master Rong's car is already waiting for you at the door. Come on, hurry up and leave, Young Master Rong is not someone who likes to wait."

"Well, uncle Dao, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Let's go!"

Lin Shuyang stopped talking, deliberately lowered his head and glanced at the tips of his shoes, and then walked steadily to the car.

When she returned to Rong Mansion, she was just in time for dinner. Mrs. Rong was sitting at the dining table. When she saw Lin Shuyang appeared, a smile immediately appeared on her face: "Shu Yang, sit down and eat quickly. I heard that Lao Du said you came back last night. , I should have known that I should have asked Ayi to pick you up."

Lin Shuyang's face became gloomy from the moment he got out of the car.

But when he heard Mrs. Rong's words, he immediately changed his mind and said, "Mrs. Rong, I came to the house to make trouble. How dare I bother Young Master Rong to pick me up? I just hope that Mrs. Rong and Young Master Rong won't find me annoying."

Although these words sounded like polite words, there was still a bit of anger in them.

Before Mrs. Rong could say anything, Rong Xianyi, who had just sat down, spoke with a stern face: "Since you know it's a nuisance, talk less and eat more."

After Lin Shuyang listened, he lowered his head and sat down in his seat without saying a word. The look of grievance on his face was particularly obvious.

Mrs. Rong glanced at Du Qing behind her in confusion. Did the two people quarrel?

Du Qing blinked, how could he know?

Mrs. Rong glanced at Rong Xianyi with a bad expression, pushed the bowl in front of her, "Ayi, go help me fill the bowl of soup."

Rong Xianyi did not move.

Chang Yu, who had just walked in, said, "Madam, how about I help you serve it?"

"Sit down and eat properly!"

Seeing Mrs. Rong's sullen face, Chang Yu had no choice but to sit down silently.

Mrs. Rong turned to look at Rong Xianyi again, "If you don't serve me the soup today, I will, I won't drink it!"

There is really no threat in what he said.

Rong Xianyi stood up, took the bowl away without saying a word, and walked to the kitchen.

Everyone present was relieved, especially Mrs. Rong. If Ayi really didn't go, it would be too shameful for her.

After clearing her throat, Mrs. Rong smiled slightly, reached out and picked up a piece of glutinous rice lotus root with chopsticks and put it into Lin Shuyang's bowl, "Shu Yang, don't take A Yi's words to heart. He has never spoken well since he was a child. Do you take this as a big deal?" It’s fine at home, try this glutinous rice lotus root, it’s delicious.”