Chapter 61

"Master, I have already stitched your ear. In four or five days, the stitches can be removed. In the future, if you frequently apply the Hundred Flowers Dew to reduce scars, they should be barely noticeable in about half a year!" The lean and spry old doctor, while tidying up his equipment, said, "However, your injury to the yang root is severe. I used a fire needle to stimulate some vitality, but the possibility of recovery is not great..."

"Quack... Get out of my sight!" Wang Duocai roared, overturning the table, revealing his disheveled lower body.

The old doctor was not fazed, merely nodding slightly, "Master, avoid getting too angry. If you can find a renowned doctor specializing in the Five Elements Acupuncture as soon as possible, there is still a 60-70% chance of recovery. The sooner, the better!"

Wang Duocai was momentarily stunned, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes, but then he weakly waved his hand, dismissing the old doctor. A renowned doctor specializing in the Five Elements Acupuncture could be found, but with only a 60-70% chance of recovery, how could he not feel dejected?

Wang Jinbao helped to right the table and then looked at Wang Duocai timidly, speaking softly, "Duocai, why don't we hurry back? Since everything here is settled anyway."

"Go back? How can we go back?" Wang Duocai pointed to his bruised lower body, "Can I ride a horse in this state? Besides, that useless thing's hand is crippled; how can we travel anytime soon?"

"Um, we can..." Wang Jinbao was about to suggest something when a servant's voice came from outside, "Young Master, the steward's people have arrived and wish to see you."

Wang Duocai slowly pulled up his pants, his expression displeased, "Let him come in."

The person who came in was the old steward, Lao Bu. This expressionless old man was the one who had arranged for Wang Duocai and his group to stay at an inn but had not arranged for any women, showing a lack of consideration.

"Master asked me to return this 900 knives." Lao Bu's expression remained unchanged as he handed over the money note. Bowing his head slightly, he saw the mess on the ground and understood the situation.

Seeing the 900 knives, Wang Duocai couldn't help but think of Bu Qi's arrogant back, and he asked in a deep voice, "What does this mean?"

Lao Bu replied, "Bu Qi said that the agreed reward for the Sixth Young Master was 100 knives. No reward without merit, so he only took 100 knives."

"Damn fool, calling me an idiot? A slave is a slave, not even wanting the money..." Wang Duocai sneered, taking the money note, "Is there anything else?"

"Master asks you to rest well. If you need anything, just let me know, and I will take care of it."

"Take care of it?" Wang Duocai snorted, "If you took care of it, would I be in this state?"

Lao Bu's expression remained as still as a well, showing no emotion, "If there is nothing else, this old servant will return to report."

"Get out!" Wang Duocai angrily shouted.

Lao Bu turned around, and only then did a hint of a cold smile appear at the corner of his eye. After leaving, Lao Bu did something that made Wang Duocai furious that night: he arranged for four late-arriving prostitutes.

Some people are not good-tempered; they just make you unaware of their anger, and even if you know, you can't retaliate. That's what makes them high-level.

"Duocai, I think..." Wang Jinbao was about to continue his unfinished topic but was stopped by Wang Duocai's raised hand, "Jinbao, you should go back too. I want to rest."

Wang Jinbao sighed, "Alright, rest well. I'll be in the next room if you need anything, just knock on the wall."

When Lao Bu returned to the steward's residence, Lu Buqi was just passing through the town center. They met, and both smiled and nodded at each other.

"I heard about your performance today. Master praised you for being a real man, taking responsibility! I feel the same way. Young people should have a bit of iron-blooded spirit!" Lao Bu's eyes squinted with a smile. He was also a slave and had a good impression of Lu Buqi, who was also a slave by origin.

Lu Buqi, who usually didn't interact much with Lao Bu but always found him easy to talk to, nodded slightly, "Thank you, Steward, for your praise. I also thank the old steward. I think if it were you in your younger days, you would have done even better."

"I... am not as good as you!" Lao Bu nodded slightly, "But this matter may not be so easily resolved... unless... something happens to the outsiders..."

He chuckled dryly, his eyebrows raising slightly, "In our Guokan Town, nothing will happen unexpectedly, and Master does not allow it... Buqi, is there anything you want to say to Master?"

Lu Buqi's heart tightened. Such a clear hint, if he didn't understand, he would have lived two lives in vain. He thought for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightening, "If possible, please remind the Steward for me that the earlier the supplies reach Yangze, the more reassuring it will be."

Lao Bu smiled, turned, and entered the steward's residence. As he stepped over the threshold, he left a message, "I will persuade Master to set out immediately."

Pinching his nose lightly, Lu Buqi's lips tightened, and he turned and walked briskly toward the blacksmith's shop. He wasn't worried that Lao Bu and the Steward had seen through some of his ruthless thoughts. From Lao Bu's words, it was clear they were pleased with the outcome.

The next day, Wang Duocai's expression was even more gloomy. Thinking of the four flamboyant prostitutes from the previous night, his lower body ached. That damn old man, not arranging anyone earlier or later, but specifically when his vital organ was injured, was clearly trying to embarrass him.

Wang Jinbao and the two attendants also looked gloomy. Seeing those prostitutes yesterday, Wang Jinbao's eyes had turned green. After all, he had been aroused during the day but had to suppress it, and he had been somewhat frightened, making him feel off. For Wang Jinbao, those prostitutes were like a long-awaited rain.

But when Wang Duocai got angry and drove the four prostitutes away, they were left to face their own hands, which was undoubtedly a very frustrating situation. Even the two injured attendants had cursed in their hearts countless times, especially the one with a severe injury to his left arm. An injured man needed such physical and mental comfort the most.

The four of them stood together, facing each other, and the overwhelming frustration and unfulfilled desire could be felt by anyone within ten meters. If a fortune-teller were there, he would certainly comment, "Your forehead is dark; there will surely be a disaster soon!"

"Duocai, I think we should set out as soon as possible. Your injury will be better treated in Yangze!" Wang Jinbao really didn't want to stay in this place. It wasn't his territory, and everything felt uncomfortable.

Wang Duocai angrily said, "I already said I can't ride a horse. Can't you understand human speech?"

Wang Jinbao's lips twitched, "We can take the Divine Eagle Machine. After all, the supplies from Guokan Town also need to be transported to Yangze!"

Wang Duocai suddenly came to his senses, his expression relaxing, "Jinbao, you're right. Let's go... find Wang Yingfu!"

But when the four of them arrived at the steward's residence, Lao Bu, with his expressionless face, told them that the diligent Wang Yingfu had sent the supplies to Yangze overnight and was probably already hundreds of kilometers away.

Wang Duocai almost spat blood, angrily scolding Wang Jinbao for not reminding him yesterday. This finally made Wang Jinbao burst out, "I tried to say it several times yesterday, but you shut me up. Don't think you're the only one with a temper. If it weren't for the fact that you're my cousin, I wouldn't be serving you!"

At that moment, Wang Duocai suddenly realized that Wang Jinbao was not his servant or slave but someone of equal status.

Lao Bu, with his keen insight, consoled them a few times and even arranged a carriage for them, which made Wang Duocai feel deeply grateful and secretly regret his angry outburst at Lao Bu the previous night.

"That old steward is not bad, just a bit slow in his actions!" This became Wang Duocai's evaluation of Lao Bu.

But as the carriage, driven by Wang Duocai's attendants, left the east gate, a sinister smile appeared on Lao Bu's face.