Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

97. Chen

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

“Brother Zhuo Hua” Zhang Ke’er was about to cry, “Brother Zhuo Hua, you will be fine, right?”

Zhuo Hua caressed her head, “Ke’er, everyone has their own destiny, and they can’t force it.”

Zhang Ke’er didn’t believe it. She turned around and grabbed the doctor’s sleeve, “You know how to save Brother Zhuo Hua, don’t you?”

The doctor slightly shook his head, “I am sorry. There is nothing I can do.”

“He still has as much as three years or as little as two years to live.”

Then the doctor went back.

Zhang Ke’er and Mrs. Zhang were in grief.

“It’s okay.” Zhuo Hua wanted to comfort them, “Isn’t there still three years left? I am satisfied enough to live a peaceful life for these years.”

After sending them away, Zhuo Hua turned and found that the child in bed had woken up and was staring at him with a pair of big eyes.

Zhuo Hua came to the bedside, bent over and gently scratched the his small nose, “You up? Hungry?”

Nan Chen was stunned for it was impossible for Zhuo Hua to act so intimately to him whether in the last life or this life.

Zhuo Hua didn’t pay much attention to it. After a long contact with the children in Hexian Village, he would do so naturally.

In fact, he was not aloof. In modern times, he was in the hospital all day long with no one talking to him. After a long time, he didn’t know how to communicate with others.

In the past three years, Zhang Ke’er took him to hang out with the children in the village when he was free. Compared with before, he was much more outgoing.

Seeing that Nan Chen was silent, Zhuo Hua smiled. He turned and went out to cook. Zhuo Hua only thought the child was still young and was scared.

He caught a fish from the ceramic jar. This fish had been caught by him two days ago. Zhuo Hua made a fish soup for Nan Chen, and picked some vegetables in the yard. Considering that child couldn’t eat heavy flavoured food, he tried to make it light.

Looking at Zhuo Hua who was busy with cooking stuff outside through the window, Nan Chen was surprised for he would never imagine that one day, Zhuo Hua would wash his hands to make soup for him.

In his cognition, it was the sword, not the pots or pans, that was most suitable for those hands of Zhuo Hua.

He felt that Zhuo Hua had changed. From a long time ago, he felt this faintly, but the thought of the scene that Zhuo Hua killed him, and when Zhuo Hua stood in the yard with his parents who had already died lying at Zhuo Hua’s feet.

Nan Chen shook his head. ‘A leopard cannot change his spots. Even if he has changed, the person who killed my parents is still Zhuo Hua.’

Nan Chen’s eyes became incredibly red. The demonic and spiritual Qi intertwined, wandering around in his body. Apparently, the demon in his mind attacked again.

Nan Chen closed his eyes and took a lot of effort to suppress the irritable feelings in his body.

At this time, Zhuo Hua finished cooking dinner and brought it into the room.

“What’s your name?” After dinner, Zhuo Hua asked the child.

“Chen.” He said only one word. He even shrank towards the inside of the bed, looking quite timid.

“Chen? What’s your family name?”

The child shook his head.

“Then can I call you Chen?”

He hesitated and nodded his head.

“Why were you in the stream?” Zhuo Hua then asked.

“Daddy, mommy, die… died. Someone chased. I accidentally fall, fell.” The child inarticulately said, and Zhuo Hua had a rough understanding of him now.

Zhuo Hua didn’t know who the child’s family provoked, which led to their death.

“It seems that we had a similar experience.” Zhuo Hua said with a smile.

“Since you have nowhere to go, would you like to live with me?” Zhuo Hua sent an invitation to the child.

The child thought carefully and nodded his head firmly.