Chapter 045: Patriarch, I Was Wrong

There were quite a few apprentices in Liu’s Divine Medicine Shop, but who would dare?
“If you don’t want him to die!”
The apprentices present were inwardly howling with frustration—whoever wanted to die could go pour a basin of cold water over Old Liu!
Everyone stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move.
Bai Chuwei sighed helplessly in her heart, preparing to do it herself, when a dark figure flashed past her, decisively grabbing the basin of water on the floor and dousing Liu Zhen, who was sound asleep!
In an instant, Liu Zhen, who was lying on the wooden recliner, was soaked through. Water dripped down his hair, leaving him chilled to the bone.
Bai Chuwei looked over at the person who had poured the water. Duan Feihan tossed the empty basin onto the ground with an air of indifference.
Good heavens!
Had these two lost their minds? They actually poured water on Old Liu?
It was early spring, and the weather was still chilly. Liu Zhen, now drenched like a drowned rat, shivered violently, rolled off the recliner, and opened his terrified eyes, staring vacantly at the sky.
Old Liu was awake.
He sat stunned for a long while before sitting up and wiping the water from his face, his voice complex as he asked, “Who woke me with water?”
Everyone present was nearly frightened out of their wits!

Old Liu was over a hundred and twenty years old. What if something happened to him because of that cold water?
Deng Man, terrified, was the first to speak: “Grandpa Liu, this has nothing to do with any of us—it was Bai Chuwei! She poured the water on you.”
Bai Chuwei?
Those three words snapped Liu Zhen back to his senses. He looked over at Bai Chuwei, who was smiling with subtle meaning, and his expression shifted rapidly.
Suddenly, as if possessed, Liu Zhen muttered incessantly, “Well done, well done!”
Looking at Bai Chuwei, his nose tingled, and in a flash, his legs gave way and he knelt before her, loudly repenting, “Grandmaster, I was wrong! This disciple failed to recognize the mountain before me and offended you! I must have lost my mind!”
Liu Zhen was truly terrified. Ever since he visited the Duan family yesterday for a consultation, that night he had dreamt of his master, who had passed away many years ago after teaching him medicine. In the dream, his master pinned him to the ground and scolded him.
All night long, he tossed and turned, dreaming over and over of his master berating him for betraying his lineage, disrespecting his elders, and daring to belittle the grandmaster.
He forced himself to stay awake during the day, but utterly exhausted in the afternoon, he fell asleep again—and his master appeared once more in his dreams.
His master looked upon him with disappointment, saying he was hopelessly stubborn and would take him away, lest he further offend the grandmaster.
Looking at Bai Chuwei, Liu Zhen broke out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding with fear.
If… if it hadn’t been for that basin of cold water just now, he might really have died.
All he could think of was Bai Chuwei’s words: “Don’t worry, I’ll have him come see you tonight.” And he really did come—his master who had been dead for years.

Suddenly, Liu Zhen felt as if he’d cheated death.
The way he looked at Bai Chuwei was now filled with awe and reverence.
The grandmaster had truly arrived.
Everyone else was utterly dumbfounded. Had Old Liu gone mad? After being soaked by Bai Chuwei, he was now kneeling on the ground, calling her grandmaster at every turn.
Bai Chuwei flicked her hair lazily and said, “Awake? If you’re awake, just answer me—are you selling the medicine or not?”
Liu Zhen, soaked to the skin, couldn’t be bothered about his wet clothes. He looked at Deng Man’s father and asked, “What medicine?”
Deng Man quickly interjected, “Grandpa Liu, Bai Chuwei and her group insist on buying Spring of Four Seasons, and they’re asking for ten kilograms!”
Deng Man’s father looked at Liu Zhen, who was still kneeling, anxiety written all over his face. “Master, are we selling the medicine?”
Liu Zhen scrambled to his feet, spat in Deng Man’s father’s face, and shouted, “Sell? Sell your own head! Who dares sell it?”
Deng Man hadn’t even had time to feel relieved before Liu Zhen waved his hand grandly and, with a fawning smile at Bai Chuwei, declared, “The grandmaster wants something—how would I dare sell it to anyone else? However much you want, I’ll give you as much as you need.”