My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 29

“How deep? Why don’t you measure it yourself and find out?” Zheng Shuang’s words grew increasingly suggestive and provocative.

“Oh,” Lin Hai responded indifferently. “Sorry, but I don’t ride public buses.”

Liu Xinyue blinked, not quite understanding what had just happened.

At the door, Zheng Shuang’s face turned pale with anger.

“Hmph! You’re not worth my time!” she spat out before storming off.

“Why did she get so mad when you said you don’t ride buses?” Liu Xinyue asked innocently after Zheng Shuang left.

Uh…

Lin Hai looked at Liu Xinyue in surprise. “You didn’t get it?”

Liu Xinyue shook her head.

Sigh, no wonder she’s known as the Pure Campus Belle.

Lin Hai leaned in and whispered a few words into Liu Xinyue’s ear.

Her face instantly turned bright red.

“You pervert!”

What? That’s considered perverted? Lin Hai was speechless.

“Then… what kind of car am I?” Liu Xinyue asked suddenly.

Pfft!

Cough, cough, cough…

Liu Xinyue’s question nearly choked Lin Hai.

“You’re my private car. My very own private car. No one else gets to drive you.”

Liu Xinyue’s cheeks flushed even deeper.

—

After dropping Liu Xinyue off, Lin Hai had just returned to his dorm when his phone rang. It was Guangtou Qiang.

“Guangtou Qiang, how are you feeling? Are you better now?”

“Master, I’m mostly fine now, but there’s this crazy guy who’s been driving me nuts.”

“A crazy guy? What crazy guy?”

“Some old man who claims to be a dean. He keeps buzzing around me like a fly, calling me ‘Senior Brother.’ Damn, does he think he’s Zhu Bajie or something?”

Pfft!

“Hahahaha…”

Lin Hai burst out laughing. This Du guy was too much. He actually went to find Guangtou Qiang.

“Wait for me. I’ll be there soon.”

After hanging up, Lin Hai drove to the hospital.

As soon as he entered the ward, he couldn’t help but laugh again.

The scene inside was just too hilarious.

“Senior Brother, it’s really Master who sent me to find you!”

“Are you Zhu Bajie?”

“I’m Dean Du.”

“Then why are you looking for me?”

“I want to learn the Golden Needle technique.”

“I don’t know the Golden Needle technique, but I can teach you the Golden Cudgel. Want to learn that?”

“Senior Brother, stop joking. It’s really Master who sent me.”

“Are you Zhu Bajie?”

“I’m Dean Du.”

…

Good grief, these two are a pair of clowns.

Watching the two of them seriously repeating the same lines, Lin Hai felt that if he really took them as disciples, he’d probably die from laughing too hard.

“Master, you’re here!” Du Chun’s eyes lit up when he saw Lin Hai at the door.

He hurried over and grabbed Lin Hai’s arm.

“Please tell Senior Brother that I want to learn the Golden Needle technique. He keeps insisting on teaching me the Golden Cudgel. Did you not cure him completely? Has he gone crazy and started thinking he’s Sun Wukong?”

“Hold on, let me laugh for a bit.” Lin Hai clutched his stomach, nearly doubling over with laughter at Du Chun’s serious expression.

“Master, do you know this old guy?” Guangtou Qiang rubbed his bald head, looking confused.

“He’s the dean of this hospital,” Lin Hai explained.

“And also your master’s disciple,” Du Chun quickly added.

“By the way, Master, I don’t even know your name yet,” Du Chun said, scratching his head awkwardly.

Lin Hai rolled his eyes. So you’ve been calling me Master all this time without even knowing my name? How ridiculous.

“Master’s name is Lin Hai, and I’m Guangtou Qiang,” Guangtou Qiang chimed in before Lin Hai could answer.

“Guangtou Qiang? Like the guy who’s always cutting down trees?”

Lin Hai: “…”

“Alright, let me make this clear. I haven’t officially agreed to take either of you as disciples yet, so stop calling me Master.”

Lin Hai felt the need to set some boundaries with these two.

“What? Master, he’s not your official disciple?” Du Chun was stunned.

“Then does he know the Golden Needle Soul Revival technique?” Du Chun asked urgently.

Lin Hai rolled his eyes again.

“He wants to learn my Foshan Shadowless Kick. What Golden Needle technique? He doesn’t know a thing about it.”

“What the hell? So he doesn’t know the Golden Needle technique, and he’s not even an official disciple? I’ve been calling him Senior Brother for nothing!” Du Chun’s beard bristled with anger.

“Who’s forcing you? You were the one who started calling me Senior Brother. But you’re not wrong. I asked Master to take me as a disciple first, so I’m naturally the Senior Brother.”

“Stop talking nonsense! I’m old enough to be your father. How can you be my Senior Brother? I’m telling you, the title of Senior Brother is mine!”

“I joined first. I’m the Senior Brother!”

“I’m older. I’m the Senior Brother!”

“I’m the Senior Brother!”

“I am!”

“Old man, you wanna fight?”

“Bring it on! I’m not scared of you!”

Lin Hai covered his face. This is too much. I can’t even watch.

Guangtou Qiang was one thing—his IQ was already questionable. But Du Chun…

Lin Hai started wondering how this guy even became a dean.

“Dean Du, Dean…” A nurse rushed in but froze at the sight of the chaos.

“Ahem, what is it?” Du Chun asked, suddenly serious.

Lin Hai’s jaw nearly dropped. Wow, the mood shift was way too fast.

“Dean Du, a lot of patients’ families heard you were back and are gathered at the hospital entrance.”

“Oh?” Du Chun was surprised. “Let’s go take a look.”

Lin Hai, curious, followed them out.

“Dean Du is here!”

In the open space in front of the hospital building, a crowd of patients’ families surrounded Du Chun as soon as he appeared.

“Dean Du, thank you for saving my life. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here today.”

“Dean Du, my husband specifically asked me to bring you this banner to express our gratitude.”

“Dean Du, you saved my daughter’s life. These are some local eggs I brought from my hometown in Shandong. Please try them.”

“Dean Du, you saved my father. My family is poor, so we can’t offer much, but… I’ll kneel to thank you.”

…

“Thank you, everyone. Thank you. Saving lives is the duty of every doctor. I just did what I was supposed to do. There’s no need for this, really.”

Du Chun shook hands with the families, his smile warm and kind. He gave each of them advice on how to care for their loved ones, a far cry from the bickering old man he had been moments ago.

Lin Hai watched the scene, a strange feeling washing over him.

He hadn’t expected Du Chun to be so beloved. It seemed he was not only a skilled doctor but also a man of great virtue.

After the families left, Du Chun trotted over to Lin Hai, beaming.

“Master, did you see that? All those families came to see me. Such an honor!”

Pfft!

Lin Hai’s newfound respect for Du Chun was instantly shattered by that one sentence.

Looking at Du Chun’s smug expression, Lin Hai couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Even if you feel honored, you don’t have to say it out loud!

Tsk tsk tsk, his emotional intelligence is really bottom-tier.

Lin Hai suddenly felt like fate was playing a cruel joke on him.

Look at the kind of people who want to be his disciples—one with low EQ, the other with low IQ.

Am I doomed to only attract people from these two groups?

How tragic.