Chapter 69: Fatty

  Lu Xiaodao not only has a silver tongue, with words flowing like a lotus flower, but more importantly, his face is as thick as the city wall's corner, which is just a small matter. The thickness of his face is probably such that even if an atomic bomb were to hit it, it would only break through a tiny bit of skin.

  In his dictionary, there is no such idiom as "to lose face".

  With that excitement, that reverent expression, his chubby body blocked the way of Zhang Yi and Si Tu Wenyan, as well as Yin Yin's three people, and then, under the gaze of everyone, he fell straight to the ground, making a big bow with five bodies towards Zhang Yi.

  "Idol... I am Lu Xiao Tao, I don't believe in Jesus or Mary, I don't believe in the Buddha or the Jade Emperor, nor do I believe in ghosts and monsters. I, Lu Xiao Tao, don't believe in heaven or earth, don't believe in parents or friends... From today on, from this moment on, you are my idol, my faith, my guiding light in the ocean of life. Idol, please... accept me."

  Zhang Yi and Situ Wen held onto Yin Yin, having stopped in their tracks. They stared blankly at Lu Xiao Tao, who was kowtowing to the five of them, and didn't know what words to use to describe their emotions.

  Seven or eight seconds later.

  Situ Wenwen finally came to her senses from her daze, turned her head with a strange expression, and looked at Zhang Yi, asking: "This guy, isn't he an escapee from the mental hospital?"

  Zhang Yi nodded heavily: "I think so. Should we call the police and be good people, sending him back to the mental hospital?"

  Yinyin raised that innocent and lovely smile, giggling: "Mom said, we must be good people, we should help him."

  "Boom..."

  The crowd surrounding them suddenly burst into loud laughter.

  Lu Xiaodao's eyes flashed with a hint of embarrassment, and his stout body climbed up from the ground. He completely ignored the mocking gazes of the people around him, his face filled with a devout and worshipful expression as he looked at Zhang Yi and said:

  "Is this your wife? She's indeed as beautiful as the legendary Ninth Heaven Goddess, stunning and breathtaking. What kind of woman deserves to be called a goddess? Your wife is the kind that can captivate people of all ages. And your daughter, only a couple like you, with both talent and beauty, could give birth to such an adorable and lovely daughter. I, Lu Xiaotao, am willing to become your lifelong younger brother, please teach me some of your techniques for charming women, my ancestors from the past eighteen generations will thank you every night."

  Zhang Yi furrowed his brow, looking at the corners of Sito Wenyan's mouth, which were actually curled up in a hint of a shy smile. A strange feeling arose in his heart, but it was quickly suppressed. He glared at Lu Xiaotang and said in a low voice: "Lu Xiaotang, you can eat recklessly, but you can't speak recklessly. I and Wenyan are not husband and wife at all. I hope you don't spread rumors again."

  Lu Xiaodao looked at Zhang Yi's serious face and his eyes rolled over, secretly admiring him in his heart:

  Not a wife, but able to take daughters and other stunning beauties out, getting along like family, leisurely strolling around, occasionally showing off his skills with women, it's simply amazing to the point of being unbelievable.

  I'm truly impressed.

  With a forced smile, Lu Xiaotao slapped himself in the face under everyone's watchful eyes. His chubby facial muscles twitched a few times, and his round little eyes narrowed as he chuckled: "Yes, yes, yes! If my idol says it's not, then it's not. No matter what you say, I, Lu Xiaotao, will follow you. As long as my idol is willing to teach me a few moves, I'll build a memorial archway for you, burn incense every day, and kowtow to you five times a day."

  "Hmmph..."

  Situ Wenwen couldn't help but smile, with a hint of mischief in her eyes, she glanced at Zhang Yi and then squatted down to pick up Yin Yin, saying: "Or would you like to take care of little brother first? I'll take Yin Yin for a walk around the block?"

  Zhang Yi couldn't help but hear the sarcastic tone in Situ Wen's voice, and with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, he said in a low voice: "Lu Xiaotao, are you looking for a fight?"

  Lu Xiaotao took a step back, revealing a fearful expression, and pushed his hands out to say: "No no no, I was just joking! Hehe... adjusting the atmosphere, ah ha... oh yeah, idol, I remembered that I still have something on, anyway I also know you're this year's freshman in medical school, later I'll find you and be at your beck and call. Goodbye goodbye."

  As he spoke, he backed away and turned around, attempting to leave.

  "Ah..."

  But, as the saying goes, when a person is unlucky, even a fart can make him trip over his own feet. As he turned to leave, his foot caught on something and he fell heavily to the ground, the impact of his bulky body making him cry out in pain.

  Hahaha...

  The crowd surrounding them burst into laughter again.

  Lu Xiaotao rubbed the painful spot, got up from the ground, smiled foolishly at everyone, clenched his fist, and left with a swagger.

  As the crowd dispersed.

  "Where did you meet such a freak?" Si Tu Wen Wan said with a slight smile.

  Zhang Yi smiled wryly and said, "A mysterious person I met by chance also seems to be a freshman at the Medical College of Jingnan University. Forget it, let's not mention him anymore, let's continue shopping!"

  Jiangnan University Affiliated Hospital

  The pungent smell of smoke filled every corner of the deputy director's office, Chu Zhongyang, as the deputy director and head of surgery, sat at his desk with a sigh, he who usually didn't smoke much had lit up one cigarette after another.

  "Bang bang......"

  The door was knocked open and with the turn of the handle, Dean Pan Changming, who was over 50 years old, stepped in with a faint smile.

  "Cough...cough..."

  The pungent smell of smoke that came rushing forward, even Pan Changming, an old smoker, was choked and coughed several times, with a look of confusion in his eyes:

  "Zhong Yang, you don't usually smoke much. Something on your mind?"

  Chu Zhongyang pinched out the cigarette smoke, and sighed bitterly: "Yes! To find a young man, it took a lot of effort, but still can't find him, alas..."

  Pan Changming asked in puzzlement: "A young man? Why go to such great lengths to find a young man?"

  Chu Zhongyang said, "Director, do you still remember? I once told you that several months ago when I was returning from a trip and passing by the Hongyingtan Bridge, there was a car accident. The medical skills of that young man at the time were truly astonishing, and I have been wanting to find him ever since. If we could recruit him to our hospital, it would be fantastic! Even if we can't, I'm willing to go learn from him those incredible medical techniques."

  Subconsciously, he picked up a cigarette again, lit it and took a puff before continuing with a bitter smile:

  "At that critical moment, if he hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid many more people would have died. This outstanding young man, who at such a young age didn't care about fame or fortune and stood out to help, has a strong sense of medical ethics that many doctors lack."

  Pan Changming was silent for a moment before slowly saying: "I remember you mentioning that young man's name, wasn't it Zhang... Zhang Yi?"

  Chu Zhongyang nodded heavily: "That's right, it's called Zhang Yi."

  Pan Changming sighed and said, "Forget it, you'd better not think about this matter anymore. If there's a chance in the future, you'll naturally meet him again. If not, it's also impossible to force it. Get ready and go see Vice President Li of the Medical College of Jingnan University. Every year, when their school's freshmen enter their fourth year, they start school in September, and our hospital sends people over to teach classes. You go and discuss the teaching matters with him, this time the person selected for teaching is you."

  "Director, you're not mistaken, are you? I'm in no mood to go to school and teach those students right now! Why don't you find someone else?"

  Pan Changming said seriously: "Zhong Yang, I made this decision on the spot just because I saw your appearance. Adjust your state and don't be so down. Even if Zhang Yi is excellent, you can't find him, but it can't affect your whole life, right?"

  Chu Zhongyang's complexion became somewhat uncertain.

  After a good while, he nodded heavily and said: "Director, then I'll go talk to Vice President Li of the Medical College of Jingnan University."

  Zhang Yi lingered in the various shopping malls, enduring physical pain, and spent several thousand yuan to buy two new sets of clothes for Yin Yin, as well as shoes and socks. He even bought a set of clothes for Si Tu Wenjuan.

  Bustling street corner.

  Zhang Yi held Yin Yin, and Si Tu Wen Wan stood shoulder to shoulder. The scorching air swirled around them, but they didn't feel the slightest heat. What surged in their hearts was that thread of reluctance.

  "Really don't want me to help you decorate your new home?"

  Situ Wen asked in a gentle voice.

  "Your company isn't done with things yet, go take care of your business! I'll set everything up with Yinyin. Besides, I need to take her to handle some stuff, and when you're free, I'll give you a call."

  In his left palm was a note that Si Tu Wen Juan had slipped to him, with her phone number and address written on it.

  "Hmm, after I get back to the company, I'll hand over some work and then take a few days off. Before you find someone to take care of Yin-yin, I'll help take care of her first, so you can also get familiar with the school environment." Si Tu Wen said with a gentle smile.

  Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment before smiling and saying, "Alright."

  The car stops, the car starts.

  Gazing quietly at the taxi that was taking her away, Zhang Yi put aside the reluctance in his heart and smiled wryly to himself as he shook his head. Only then did he look down at Yin Yin in his arms and smile:

  "Yinyin baby, take your uncle home! Uncle will help you clean up the old stuff."

  Yinyin's small face darkened, and she silently nodded.

  Zhang Yi's heart was filled with pity, and he gently stroked her soft hair, saying seriously: "Yinyin darling, from now on, Uncle will take care of you. So, after we've sorted out your old things, we'll formally bid farewell to your past life. After finishing these matters in the next few days, Uncle will find a way to locate your mother's remains and give her a proper burial."

  Tears gushed out of her eyes.

  Yinyin's slender arms wrapped tightly around Zhang Yi's neck, her head buried in his shoulder, struggling to hold back tears.