The beginning of the story is always tender, the ending always cruel.
The more fun they had in playing, the harsher they were punished afterward.
At dawn, in the main hall of Taiping Medical Hall, She Dengke and Liu Quxing stood in line at the counter.
Old Yao went to the backyard and brought out two bamboo sticks, beating them until they howled like ghosts and wolves, "Learned to stay out all night drinking, have you? Did your parents fork over tuition fees to send you here just so you could drink? You can't even take pulses accurately, how can I rely on you to diagnose patients?"
Liu Quxing wailed, "Master, I can take accurate pulses; it's She Dengke who can't!"
She Dengke cried so hard he blew bubbles from his nose, "Liu Quxing, your grandpa!"
At this moment, Old Yao turned fiercely and eyed Chen Ji on the bamboo chair, who was watching the play: "And you!"
Chen Ji rolled his eyes, "Master, my wound hurts so much."
Then, he pretended to faint.
