"Little brother, how about this," Zhou Fusheng said to him, "you come and sit in clinic at my Renhe Hall. First, they won't drive you away, and second, with me around, even if someone troubles you, you can just push it onto me. Just say that you're my disciple, that you only have the right to diagnose, without the right to prescribe. Naturally, they won't be able to find fault with you. What do you think?"
"Is that... okay? Won't it implicate you?" Ye Wudao said, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"No worries, little brother, rest assured. I, Zhou Fusheng, have been in this business for over sixty years, and Renhe Hall has a good reputation. They will give me, Zhou Fusheng, some face," Zhou Fusheng said proudly.
"Then... I'll have to trouble you, Elder Zhou. Rest assured, Elder Zhou, I'll share half of what I earn with you," Ye Wudao offered, showing loyalty and even planning to share his earnings with Zhou Fusheng.
