Chapter 1510: Bonus: The Youth in the Snow
Chapter 1510: Bonus: The Youth in the Snow
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Master, it’s snowing!"
The door opened as Lone Wolf rushed in excitedly. His fluffy fur was covered in snow. This fellow didn’t care about anything else as he jumped onto the fire stove bed. All his fur began dripping with water.
Fangzheng hurriedly kicked the darn dog and said, "Why are you on the brick bed when you are covered in snow?"
Lone Wolf grinned and shook his fur. The snow and rain that had yet to melt filled the room. Fangzheng immediately reached for the feather duster by the brick bed.
Lone Wolf turned around and ran out…
Only then did Fangzheng stop. He leaned against the window and looked out. Indeed, after a night, there was a thick layer of snow outside.
This was the first snow. The snow was very sticky and wouldn’t fall even if it stuck to the eaves. When it landed on a tree, the tree would bend, but it wouldn’t shake under the wind. This was also the most dangerous snowfall. It was very easy to crush the tree saplings…
However, this was the most fun snowfall because it was the first snow. Even the native northeasterners were especially happy to see the snow.
Fangzheng could hear the commotion his disciples were making in the front yard without going out. Jingkuan was wailing. "Senior Brother! Don’t go overboard! You are bullying me… I’m not a snowball! Master, help me…"
Fangzheng chuckled as he pushed open the door and walked out. He stood at the back door and leaned against it as he looked at the front yard.
Fangzheng did not say a word, but his disciples heard him. They immediately stopped and turned to greet him. "Greetings, Master."
Fangzheng took a look. From left to right, they were Lone Wolf, Monkey, Red Boy, and Salted Fish. In the distance, there was a broken down old car… Only Squirrel was missing.
Fangzheng asked, "Where’s Squirrel?"
A snowman’s head shook as a squirrel’s head popped out. It shouted angrily, "Master, they are too much! They squashed me into a snowball and rolled me around! What kind of senior brothers are they?"
Fangzheng nodded. "It’s indeed too much."
Squirrel hurriedly got out of the snowball and sat on the snowman’s head. He shouted, "Master, you have to do something about it."
Fangzheng looked at the other disciples. The other disciples either looked down at the snow or looked up into the sky…
Fangzheng said, "You can’t bully Jingkuan like that. If you want to make a snowball, make a bigger one…"
When Squirrel heard that, he knew something was amiss. Just as he was about to run, he saw a few fellow disciples suddenly run over. They grabbed him and stuffed him into the snowball. Then, Lone Wolf and Monkey pushed the snowball away. The snowball grew bigger and bigger. Squirrel’s cries remained resounding inside, but unfortunately, he could not stop.
Fangzheng sat by the door and watched his disciples play around. He felt relaxed…
"Abbot, can you give me a glass of alcohol to warm my body? I feel that although gasoline tastes good, it’s still more comfortable drinking some alcohol in the middle of winter," said Scrapped Car.
Fangzheng rolled his eyes when he heard that. "You are not allowed to drink in the monastery."
"I’m drinking industrial alcohol," Scrapped Car argued.
Fangzheng said, "That won’t do either!"
Just as he was speaking, Fangzheng heard someone shouting and crying as they rushed up the mountain. As one ran, he shouted, "Abbot Fangzheng, help! Help!"
Fangzheng was taken aback as he pushed open the monastery’s door and looked out.
He saw a young man wearing thin clothes running towards him with his head lowered. There were three men chasing closely behind him. One of them suddenly raised his hand and smashed a stick towards the young man’s back!
Fangzheng frowned and flicked his finger, causing the pole to fall to the ground.
At the same time, Fangzheng stepped aside and the youth charged into One Finger Monastery.
The three men stopped when they saw the youth enter One Finger Monastery.
One of them had short hair. He looked extremely fierce, but when he saw Fangzheng, he forced a smile and went forward. "Abbot Fangzheng, hello."
The present Fangzheng was no longer the unknown Fangzheng from back then. With his fame, no one dared to belittle him.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Patron, why are you chasing after a child?"
The two people behind the short-haired man were about to speak when the short-haired man glared at them. The two of them stopped talking.
The short-haired man said, "My name is Yang Cheng. I’m a doctor. The patient who just entered is a patient from our hospital. He refused to receive treatment and insisted on leaving. He was discovered by us. When he ran, we chased after him and caught up with him.
"Abbot Fangzheng, logically speaking, if a patient runs away, we could just inform his parents.
"However, this child is too mischievous. Not only did he leave the hospital, but he also ran away from home. Although we are a hospital, the child’s parents sent him to our hospital because they trust us. Out of various considerations, we informed his parents and came out to help look for him.
"It was only today that we found him in the internet cafe in Songwu County. Do you think we should bring him back?"
Fangzheng was surprised when he heard that. He never expected the three bandit-looking men in front of him to be doctors!
At that moment, a child’s horrified voice sounded from the monastery. "Master, they are not doctors. They are demons! They are not humans!"
Yang Cheng said with a wry smile, "Master, look at that child. He looks fierce. In what way does he look like a child? Sigh… It’s all because of the Internet. He used to be such a good child, but now he’s like this…"
Fangzheng turned his head to look at the child. The child was only wearing a black sweater, and his pants were thin autumn wear. It didn’t seem to be able to provide any warmth. He was shivering in the cold winter. It was unknown if it was due to excitement or the cold wind, but his face was especially red.
From Fangzheng’s experience, the child’s face was likely suffering from the frostbite because some parts of his face were about to crack and bleed!
Southerners could almost not understand this sort of cold. Only those who lived in the ice and snow would understand that some kind of cold was not just coldness, but pain. Some were really cold, with no pain because there was no feeling. Some were especially cold, not without feeling, but because one didn’t realize it due to damaged organs…
Now, the child was completely numb from the cold. His skin was split open, but blood could not flow out.
Under such circumstances, the best solution was to keep him warm.
However, the child did not find a place to warm himself up. Instead, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last straw, he placed all his hopes on Fangzheng.
Hence, Fangzheng said, "Are you really doctors?"
Yang Cheng nodded affirmatively and said, "Of course, wait a moment. I have my identification documents."
As he spoke, Yang Cheng took out a small notebook and handed it to Fangzheng. Fangzheng saw a line of words written on it: "Yuan City Fourth Hospital, Doctor, Yang Cheng."