The Little Ancestor Teaches You How To Live-Chapter 951: The Frustrated He Beimu (1)

"Alright, alright, completely alright now!" He Beimu declared with an unwavering tone and expression.

Life is tough, Susu, who generally doesn’t talk much, forced He Beimu into a chatterbox, fearing that any less talk would make her not believe him.

"My mom used to say that a patient can’t declare themselves cured. It has to be confirmed by a doctor," Susu didn’t easily believe He Beimu’s words.

"Then go fetch your Uncle Bai Huzi and have him judge whether I’m really better," He Beimu requested a professional to make the assessment.

He had wanted to see old Mr. Yang for a while now.

But the old man was too laid-back, prescribing a week’s worth of medicine at a time and only coming to check after it was all finished.

He had been lying down for two weeks and had only seen him twice.

"Emmm... okay then!"

She just happened to need someone to practice fighting with. If the little bodyguard was better, then she could start by sparring with him!

So Susu turned around to look for Mr. Yang.

While Susu was away, He Beimu alternated between anticipation and anxiety.

"Meow?"

Stupid bodyguard, don’t you deceive our little mistress.

"Stop looking at me like that. I’m getting Mr. Yang to evaluate my condition now. If he says I’m fully healed and can go out, you are not allowed to stop me anymore," he said.

"Meow."

No problem! If Uncle Bai Huzi says it’s okay, then it’s okay!

"You keep your word!"

"Meow!"

Keep your word!

It wasn’t long before Susu dragged Mr. Yang from the backyard.

As soon as he entered, He Beimu couldn’t wait to ask Mr. Yang to check his injuries.

"Mr. Yang, please check me, my wounds are all healed!"

Mr. Yang wasn’t in a hurry at all, leaning against the wall beside the door with a casual attitude.

"Mr. Yang?"

"Why the rush, young man? Take your time in doing things. Don’t be so impatient," Mr. Yang said leisurely.

"..." He Beimu was nearly fuming with impatience!

He says there’s no need to hurry because he’s not the one locked in a room for two weeks unable to go out!

"Young man, being so hot-tempered can lead to an excess of liver fire, which is not good for your recovery," Mr. Yang continued at a leisurely pace.

How could Mr. Yang not know the extent of He Beimu’s recovery?

He had known a week ago that the guy was pretty much healed.

His recovery ability was unmatched by ordinary people; perhaps it had something to do with the awakening of the Heavenly Wolf Primordial Spirit within him.

He intentionally didn’t tell Hu Zi, wanting to trap him in the room to temper his temper properly.

It wasn’t that he, as a doctor, was being unconscionable—it was a request from his master himself.

Butler Zhang himself said his apprentice was too vengeful, had too much of a killing aura, and wanted him to temper it well while he was healing from his injuries.

Mr. Yang had no reason to refuse such a request. Without doing anything, he got to watch the young man hopping mad, quite pleased with himself.

"If you don’t let me out soon, I might genuinely become overheated with rage!" He Beimu had had enough.

Mr. Yang remained composed, unhurried no matter what.

What did it matter to him if the young man was boiling with liver fire? It wasn’t his liver that was overheated.

Susu’s little hand tugged gently at Mr. Yang’s clothes:

"Uncle Bai Huzi, can the little bodyguard really spar with me now?"

Susu looked up at him with an expectant face.

"Little Susu, you want to practice fighting with this smelly boy? This boy can’t beat you," Mr. Yang asked.