Chapter 133: Settling Old Scores

Yan Jiaoshou smiled at Su Ruo and said, "Becoming my disciple and student are different."

I have many students, but as of now I have only three disciples; your three senior brothers, although unpromising, are still somewhat useful.

If you become my disciple, you will be their junior sister from now on; if you have any matters, just go to them, and if they dare to ignore you, I, as your master, will certainly vent your anger for you.

Moreover, once you become my disciple, I will certainly pass on to you this essential treasure and skill.

Yan Jiaoshou's fawning look was just like a big gray wolf trying to abduct a child—utterly unpleasant to behold.

It made the Education Director and the nearby students shudder involuntarily, wondering if he had been possessed—was this still the Iron-faced Yanluo they knew?

The Education Director felt somewhat resentful; many people had pulled strings to become Yan Jiaoshou's disciple, all rejected, yet now Yan Jiaoshou actively seeks to take Su Ruo as his disciple, rushing to be her master—what gives this girl the right?

Whenever the Education Director thinks that this opportunity was actually something he himself created for Su Ruo, he feels furious.

After all, he had promised Madam Feng that he would properly discipline Su Ruo to vent her anger; now, how is he to explain this to Madam Feng?

Upon hearing Yan Jiaoshou's words, Su Ruo immediately began weighing the pros and cons of becoming his disciple.

Although it was their first meeting, Su Ruo could sense the vast profundity of Yan Jiaoshou's medical skill; the experience he had accumulated over decades of healing and saving lives surpassed even the system.

Being able to take such a person as one's master and receive his instruction would surely save one from many detours.

Moreover, from the Education Director's attitude toward Yan Jiaoshou, it is clear that Yan Jiaoshou possesses deep seniority and high moral standing at the school—something Su Ruo currently needs.

Nowadays, Su Ruo is surrounded by wolves, with people constantly seeking to harm her; she therefore desperately needs such a venerable master as a backer, to make those who wish to secretly harm her wary, so that once she grows strong she can eliminate them one by one.

Thus, after thorough consideration, Su Ruo immediately knelt and kowtowed to Yan Jiaoshou, saying, "Master!"

Su Ruo has never been aloof; on the contrary, she strives to seize every opportunity fate gives her. Since becoming his disciple would bring her only benefits and no drawbacks, why would she refuse?

Moreover, whether she becomes his disciple or not, she will have to study medicine under Yan Jiaoshou; after taking him as master, he will teach her with even greater dedication.

Seeing Su Ruo willing to become his disciple, Yan Jiaoshou immediately broke into a grin that showed no eyes, and hurriedly helped her up, lest he damage his little disciple by making her kneel too long.

Yan Jiaoshou now finds Su Ruo increasingly pleasing; his disciple is not only good-looking but also dignified and unpretentious, intelligent and wise with a spiritual aura—truly excellent in every way.

"Flatterer!" someone muttered indistinctly from the crowd.

The person beside him immediately said, "If I could become Yan Jiaoshou's disciple, I wouldn't mind kneeling for a moment—let alone a day or even a month."

Nobody in the entire Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is unaware that Yan Jiaoshou's status and position are not just within the hospital but throughout the entire TCM world, where he stands like a North Star of Mount Tai; even the hospital director must yield him three parts of respect.

There is a saying in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital: Yan Jiaoshou is like the Yan King arriving; even if he were present, one would have to wait three ranks. If even he cannot cure a disease, then essentially one can begin making funeral arrangements.

Upon hearing that, the person fell silent at once, for everyone knows Yan Jiaoshou not only possesses superb medical skill but is also famed for protecting his own; to become his disciple is to be able to swagger through the school—who wouldn't envy that?

After helping Su Ruo up, Yan Jiaoshou took from his pocket a piece of wholly blood-red, top-quality red agate and gave it to her, saying, "Master, I came out in a hurry today and didn't prepare any gift; take this stone to play with—red agate nourishes people, and it is most suitable for a girl to wear."

Upon seeing it, everyone simultaneously gasped, for a piece of red agate of this size and top quality is hardly to be found nationwide; Yan Jiaoshou actually just handed it over to Su Ruo as a casual gift for her to play with.

Everyone's expressions were complex; looking at Su Ruo they felt both envy and jealousy, knowing Yan Jiaoshou is not short of money—after all, the number of people seeking his treatment, lined up from the school to beyond Kyoto, includes many high-ranking individuals.

Yet none of them expected Yan Jiaoshou to be this extravagant; had they known earlier how good it is to be his disciple, they would have sharpened their heads and still fought to squeeze in.

"Thank you, Master," Su Ruo said, smiling as she took the agate from Yan Jiaoshou's hand.

Yan Jiaoshou instantly became even happier; having accepted his gift, she is now truly his person—this little disciple can no longer run away.

But in this warm scene, a discordant voice suddenly shattered the atmosphere.

"Yan Jiaoshou, Su Ruo is still young; giving her such a valuable item may not be appropriate."

The Education Director knew this red agate—even the Old Dean had taken a liking to it, and he had repeatedly asked Yan Jiaoshou for it, only to be refused each time.

Now, seeing Yan Jiaoshou actually give it to Su Ruo, the Education Director felt as if his heart were bleeding, as though the professor had given away his own possession.

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiaoshou's face immediately darkened: "How dare I need your permission to give something to my own disciple? Or do you, Chen Dong, now wield such authority that you can dictate above my head?"

The Education Director's legs instantly went weak; how could he forget that this is someone even the hospital director dares not provoke?

The Education Director said, "I'm busy saying, I don't dare, I don't dare—I'm only worried that Su Ruo, being young, might not safeguard it properly; after all, if such a precious item were lost, it would be terrible."

Yan Jiaoshou let out a cold snort: "Lost is lost; when I give something to my own disciple, I don't need your oversight!"

Then, smiling at Su Ruo, he said, "Good disciple, don't listen to her; this stone isn't worth much money—hold it and play with it; if you lose it, I'll have your senior brother find you another."

This time even Su Ruo couldn't help twitching the corner of her mouth—using a future priceless chicken-blood stone as a toy, something even she could not bring herself to do.

Su Ruo sighed inwardly, marveling at her master's wealth and grandeur, while silently mourning for three seconds the unseen senior brothers she had never met.

At this moment the Education Director's heart was bleeding, but what could he say? Faced with someone he could not afford to offend, he could only silently lower his presence.

But while he wanted to stay low-key, Yan Jiaoshou had no intention of letting him off the hook so easily!

"Chen Dong, say something—why was Ruo Ruo suddenly assigned to my class? Who exactly arranged this?!"

Yan Jiaoshou suddenly put on a stern face and spoke in a voice so imposing it made people shudder; everyone instantly felt that the familiar Living Yan King had returned.

The Education Director's legs instantly went weak, nearly making him kneel; although he barely managed to keep his posture, his whole body broke out in a sweat like rain.

The Education Director knew, Yan Jiaoshou was settling old scores!

Yan Jiaoshou fixed Chen Dong with a stern gaze; although he was old, his eyes had not yet grown dim.

Why Su Ruo was suddenly transferred to his class today—his lack of inquiry does not mean he doesn't understand.

How many corrupt matters exist in this school; previously he could turn a blind eye, but now that these people dare to bully his disciple, he will not be polite!