The long night extended through the streets as Liu Quxing cried for a long time.
Only when his crying lured his father outside did he hurriedly wipe away his tears and pull his mother away.
Chen Ji stood quietly in the darkness of a nearby alley, watching, until the long street was empty again, then stepped out of the shadows, holding Wu Yun.
He gazed in the direction Liu Quxing had gone and murmured in a low voice, "Liu Quxing has been very diligent in studying medicine. My master once said that in a short while, he would be able to see his own patients, and Taiping Medical Hall, along with all its medical books, would be left to him. It wouldn't be a waste."
Wu Yun: "Why not tell Liu Quxing the truth? You've done so much and yet you're misunderstood."
Chen Ji: "I can't say it."
Wu Yun, puzzled: "Why can't you say it?"
Chen Ji: "Success lies in secrecy, disaster in disclosure."
Wu Yun, taken aback: "Disaster in crabs?"
