Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Too Mischievous! Huh, Why Are You Shy?! A New Quest!
"Not really."
Zhang Lingchuan shook his head.
Although he studied clinical veterinary medicine, he truly never aimed to become a human doctor.
Because the human medical field is way too competitive, and influenced by Old Zhang, he just wanted to be an excellent veterinarian.
But who would have thought that he’d end up binding to an abstract system.
It should have been bound to a human doctor, but it mistakenly bound to him.
And it enhanced a bunch of skills for him.
He meant if, really, if after many years his skills, with the system’s help, truly reached a peak level, then he might consider being a human doctor.
At least at this stage, there are so many human doctors, with experts all around, adding one more won’t make a difference.
He just wanted to be a simple veterinarian.
Just unsure why when live streaming, he always encountered some bizarre events.
"Oh, I get it, I get it..."
The strands of hair beside her ears casually fell, and Song Wanqing gently lifted them with her hand, her beautiful eyes glanced at Zhang Lingchuan for a second, then she slightly squinted and nodded in agreement.
"Wanqing, aren’t you going to tie your hair up? It’s not very convenient to eat like this, is it?"
Zhang Lingchuan wanted to say, what do you even understand? You’re probably imagining things again.
Forget it, he didn’t want to discuss this topic.
After all, the more you clean it up, the messier it can get.
So, he changed the topic, seeing how strained it seemed for her to fiddle with her hair, it was better tied up.
"I wanted to, but when I was eating noodles, my eating hand got dipped in chili oil, it’s hard to tie with one hand. Master Zhang, can you help me tie it up?"
Song Wanqing lowered her head, skillfully swirling the noodles with her chopsticks, while extending her other hand with a hair tie to Zhang Lingchuan.
"Ah? Me tie it? Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?"
Zhang Lingchuan was taken aback.
He remembered back in school, touching a girl’s hair was a no-no.
"What’s inappropriate about it? I’m not bothered by it, why should you be? Take the hair tie."
Song Wanqing moved her hand, signaling Zhang Lingchuan to take the hair tie from her wrist.
"But I don’t know how."
Zhang Lingchuan was exasperated.
There’s a saying about shooting oneself in the foot, and he was experiencing it firsthand.
Why the heck did he bring up hair in the first place?
"You’ll learn by doing, come on, hurry up~"
Song Wanqing’s hand moved briskly in front of Zhang Lingchuan.
"Alright then, I’ll try. Don’t blame me if I don’t do it well, it’s my first time tying."
Reluctantly, Zhang Lingchuan took the hair tie.
Meanwhile, Song Wanqing, who had been eating snail noodles with her head lowered, lifted her chin, a bit shyly, as if she’d achieved something.
Soon she felt her hair being gathered by a pair of large hands.
From behind.
Zhang Lingchuan wasn’t aware of Song Wanqing’s expression.
He was a bit surprised that girls’ hair could feel cool to the touch, and her head was so small, it seemed a single hand could cover it.
"All done... uh, it fell out!!"
After fiddling for a while, Zhang Lingchuan finally tied it up.
But just as he let the hair go, he saw quite a bit of it smoothly sliding out of the hair tie.
In less than a second, Song Wanqing ended up with hair fixed on the left and hanging down awkwardly on the right.
He watched helplessly as a disaster unfolded.
Leaving Zhang Lingchuan flustered.
"It’s no big deal, I guess it’s because Master Zhang has a soft spot for me."
Yet Song Wanqing calmly adjusted the falling hair on the right and gave Zhang Lingchuan a meaningful glance, continuing to eat her noodles with a smile.
"That’s a clever way to respond! Wanqing, am I the one who makes you show off your emotional intelligence the most among those who help you?"
Hearing her response, Zhang Lingchuan laughed.
Low EQ: What a lousy job tying.
High EQ: Must be favoritism.
Indeed, these literary types know how to make conversation delightful.
"I don’t know, I’ve only ever let Master Zhang tie my hair."
Song Wanqing looked at Zhang Lingchuan with her almond-shaped eyes, her little tiger teeth flashing playfully in her smile.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Just as Zhang Lingchuan wanted to say that this young generation is really cheeky, always speaking cheekily, he was interrupted by the sudden ringtone of the phone on the table.
"Master Zhang, it’s a video call from Uncle, you better take it."
Song Wanqing pointed to the video call labeled ’Old Zhang’ on the table, while scooching out of the camera’s view for safety.
Seeing her deliberately dodge the camera, Zhang Lingchuan was a bit surprised; wasn’t she bold just a minute ago?
Why was she suddenly mellow now?
"Are you eating out on the street now?"
The video call connected, and on the screen was Zhang Zhenghai, lying in bed, his face resembling that of a casino god, Chow Yun-fat. In his youth, he was a dashing young man, tall and robust.
However, he looked a little dark and frail now.
Understandably, the rural environment, with its sun and wind, had taken its toll, not to mention he was lying on white sheets.
"Yeah, I was too lazy to cook, so I’m just grabbing a bite outside. What’s up, Old Zhang?"
The father-son relationship was harmonious.
It was common to call him Old Zhang.
Zhang Lingchuan nodded while eating the noodles.
He was curious why Old Zhang was video calling at eight or nine in the evening.
"Boss He from the River Village just called saying their cow is about to give birth. He suspects there might be an issue with the calf’s position. Can you check it out tomorrow morning? It’s quite urgent."
On his end of the video call, Zhang Zhenghai explained.
Experienced cattle farmers could tell if there was an issue with the birth position.
"I thought I could take a break tomorrow since it’s Saturday... Alright, alright, I’ll head over around nine or ten."
Zhang Lingchuan responded.
There’s a considerable gap between preparing to give birth and starting the process. Even when labor begins, there’s typically an eight-hour wait.
If the delivery isn’t complete in eight hours, it’s considered a difficult birth.
A difficult birth would require assisted delivery.
If the calf’s position is problematic, it would need manual adjustment too.
If the calf’s head is visible and the cow can’t push it out, you’d have to disinfect your hands and manually pull the calf out.
So it was perfectly fine for him to go in the morning.
"Alright, then going at ten is also fine. I’ve been told I can be discharged and return home within a week at the latest."
Zhang Zhenghai nodded.
He was also eager to leave the hospital. This period felt like being caged.
"No, no, no, Dad, don’t rush it. Rest properly in the hospital before resuming work. I’ll handle the village matters in the meantime."
Seeing Old Zhang planning to leave in a week, Zhang Lingchuan immediately advised against it.
He didn’t want any flare-up of old injuries.
"I have full confidence in you handling it. I heard you did something great today, didn’t you?"
Zhang Zhenghai chuckled.
"I’ve done quite a few good deeds today, which one are you referring to?"
Zhang Lingchuan asked while stuffing tofu puff into his mouth.
Indeed, he did numerous good deeds today.
But which one was Old Zhang referring to?
"You cheeky fellow, spotting Boss Zhao’s cerebral hemorrhage in Xia Po Village, the man’s wife just called me extremely grateful, and old Mr. Zhao also wants me to join them for a meal next time. I thought you studied veterinary medicine; how come you also know traditional Chinese medicine or fortune-telling? Since when did you become this talented???"
In the video, Old Zhang wore a puzzled expression. Was his son really this impressive?
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