酷米客公交

“Medicine King, Sun Chan?”

A big question mark popped up in Wu Yue’s mind. Was there really such a person? Why had he never heard of this before? And why did the old man in front of him seem so formidable, judging by Miss Nan’s reaction?

Sun Chan looked surprised. “Little girl, you actually know me?”

He had always assumed that his reputation was mainly confined to his professional circles. He hadn’t expected to meet a young lady like this today, who seemed to be familiar with him.

“How could I not know…” Nan Yan’s expression was somewhat complex, as if struggling with her emotions. She knew about Medicine King Sun Chan through her master, the renowned physician Hua Shifang.

Interestingly, Sun Chan and her master were considered senior and junior in the field of medicine, but their relationship was far from harmonious. When they studied together, they frequently quarreled, sometimes even coming to blows, much to the annoyance of others who had to intervene.

While learning medicine from her master, Nan Yan often heard him berate his senior disciple, Sun Chan.

“Until now, I had only heard about you, but today, I finally get to meet you in person,” Nan Yan said, her tone respectful.

Although her master didn’t have a high opinion of Sun Chan, she understood that his reputation as the Medicine King was undeniable.

Sun Chan had expected to see excitement and admiration in Nan Yan’s eyes

when she recognized him. Instead, her reaction was calm.

“Alright, since you know who I am, tell me how you found out.” Sun Chan’s voice held curiosity.

“If you’re not busy, we can find a quiet place to talk,” Nan Yan suggested.

Now that she knew about his identity, Nan Yan saw an opportunity to establish a connection with the Medicine King, who was known for cultivating rare medicinal herbs. This could be beneficial for her in the future when she needed specific herbs for her medical practice.

Sun Chan stroked his beard under his chin, his eyes shifting as he considered her proposal. He then smiled and said, “Sure, I’ve been sitting here for a while, and I’m getting hungry.”

Nan Yan nodded in agreement. “I’ll treat you to a meal.”

“Sure.”

Sun Chan stood up with a smile, brushing off the dust from his clothes. Wu Yue, who had a keen eye, noticed Sun Chan cleaning up the pile of herbs on the stall and Nan Yan helping. He promptly joined in to assist.

The three of them quickly packed up the limited amount of herbs into a bag and then left the “Paradise on earth” night market.

Nan Yan had initially intended to take Sun Chan to a more upscale restaurant, but Sun Chan pointed to a small noodle stall and gestured for them to have beef noodles there. Nan Yan had no choice but to go along with his preference.

“Boss, two bowls of beef noodles.

“Master… I mean, Elder Sun, I’ve already had a meal, so I’ll just have one bowl.”

Nan Yan had wanted to address him as “Master,” but considering she hadn’t revealed her identity to Sun Chan yet, calling him “Master” felt inappropriate.

“Oh, little girl, are you thinking of becoming my disciple?” Sun Chan was a bit excited. “No need to be shy; I don’t require any formalities. Just call me ‘Master,’ and as for those two bowls of noodles, I ordered them for myself. If you want to eat, just order separately.”

Nan Yan paused for a moment and explained, “No, I already have a master, and

I’m studying medicine, not herb cultivation.”

“Who is your master? Is he more talented than me?” Sun Chan suddenly became displeased. “Who said I only know how to cultivate herbs? My medical skills are not inferior either! Aside from that scoundrel senior disciple of mine, my medical skills are easily in the top five in China.”

Nan Yan: *silence*

Could she possibly tell him that her master, by sheer coincidence, was the very “scoundrel senior disciple” he was talking about?

“Little girl, as long as you become my disciple, I can teach you not only herb cultivation but also medical skills. You can inherit the Hundred Herb Garden, and I can even recommend you to the Divine Physicians Sect for inheritance. It’s a win-win situation, and there’s no better deal in the world. So, are you interested or not?” Sun Chan presented a string of benefits of becoming his disciple, sounding like a persuasive scam artist.

Even Wu Yue, who was standing nearby, was dumbfounded. It seemed that heaven truly did have pie-falling miracles! Why couldn’t someone take an interest in him and offer such vast assets?

Nan Yan looked at Sun Chan, remaining silent for a while before honestly saying, “Elder Sun, my master is Hua Shifang.”

“Cough, cough, cough… You… cough, cough, what did you say?” Sun Chan had just delivered a long spiel and wanted to take a sip of water. However, upon hearing Nan Yan’s words, he choked on his drink.

Nan Yan came to his back, patted him gently on the back, and calmly stated,

“My master is the same ‘scoundrel senior disciple’ you mentioned, Master.”

*Cough, cough, cough…*

Sun Chan coughed again, his face turning red from the choking fit. He reached out and grabbed Nan Yan’s wrist, urgently asking, “Is he still alive? Where is

“My master is doing well. He has been living in seclusion in Shennongjia, enjoying a peaceful life like paradise. He even raised a big yellow cow.”

“That scoundrel, this scoundrel!” Sun Chan clenched his teeth and concealed the choking in his voice. “Since he’s still alive, why didn’t he inform me? He’s a real scoundrel!”

Nan Yan’s expression became somewhat complicated.

It seemed that the relationship between her master and senior disciple wasn’t as bad as her master had described. She could clearly feel that Sun Chan cared about her master and was happy to know he was still alive.

However, why did her master quietly disappear, not even informing his closest fellow disciples of his whereabouts?

“Elder Sun, are you alright..

“Me? Of course, I’m doing well. I haven’t seen him die in front of me yet, so how could I not live well?”

Sun Chan’s emotional outburst was brief and quickly returned to normal.

But it was evident that his words were spoken in anger.

“Since he took you as his disciple, I must take you as my disciple too. In the future, Hundred Herb Garden will belong to you. The Divine Physicians Sect was originally founded by your master, and now it’s rightfully returned to its owner. When I have time, I’ll introduce you to the others and establish your identity.”

Nan Yan: *silence*

Wait, she was already her senior disciple’s disciple, so how could she become his disciple too? Would this mess up the hierarchy?

He seemed so confident and didn’t even consider asking for her opinion before offering her Hundred Herb Garden and the Divine Physicians Sect.

“Elder Sun…”

“Call me ‘Master’.” Sun Chan said sternly. “From now on, I’m your Master, and you’re not allowed to call me ‘senior disciple.”‘

“But… ”

Sun Chan waved his hand decisively. “There’s no ‘but.’ Who said you can only have one master? In the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Guo Jing had only one master, but the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were also in a senior-disciple relationship. What’s wrong with having one more master?”

Nan Yan: *silence*

Wu Yue was shivering on the side.

Oh no, he had heard such a confidential piece of information. Could his life be in danger? After all, in TV dramas, any supporting character who heard confidential information never had a good ending….