"Uncle Master, the Elder wants you to come over."
Wang Dihua didn't even bother to tidy his clothes and went straight over.
Elder Hong Mingtian was there drinking.
In a makeshift straw hut, he sat there, swirling the wine in the Night Light Cup, looking at ease.
Upon seeing the other, Wang Dihua saluted.
He really wanted to drink that cup of wine.
Because he was utterly exhausted.
But before he could ask for that cup of wine, he was met with a barrage of insults.
"Was it you who let that brat treat him?"
"He said he was a doctor, so I just let him try." Wang Dihua explained.
"Try? Can you take responsibility if something goes wrong? Have you consulted me about this? Don't think just because you're old, you can ride your seniority. Am I giving you face?" Hong Mingtian cursed while drinking half a cup of wine.
It was as if scolding Wang Dihua became his side dish.
Wang Dihua was too shocked to speak.
He clenched his fists.
