Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

Mo Nan got out of the car and looked at the time on his phone screen. He was not satisfied.    

As expected, his body had not fully recovered. Otherwise, he could have arrived in 12 minutes.    

Muttering, he raised his head and looked ahead.    

"Jingxia Road, No. 23, this is the place."    

The door of a courtyard house that was not particularly big was slightly ajar. One could see that there were a large number of plants and flowers in the courtyard. The old man had even specially built a shed for them.    

Monan stood at the door and hesitated for a while before knocking on the door.    

Logically speaking, he should have come to take a look a long time ago. But even now, he was not sure if the old man would blame him.    

"Who is it?"    

A gentle female voice came from the courtyard.    

Mo Nan felt a chill in his heart.    

After a while, when the woman walked over and opened the door, Mo Nan looked at him suspiciously. He immediately smiled and said shyly,    

"Mrs Fang, do you still remember me?"    

Mrs Fang recalled for a long time in a daze.    

After a long while, when she finally met the man who was much more mature in front of her and the child in her memory, she immediately gave Mo Nan a warm hug.    

Mo Nan's face turned red. After struggling for a while, he was unable to break free. Then, he followed Mrs Fang.    

"Stinky."    

After a few minutes, Mrs Fang let go of her hand and rolled her eyes seductively.    

"To think that you still remember to come back and take a look. It has been so long since there was any news. Auntie thought that you have already..."    

What did the children in the training camp do in the past? She knew it in her heart and thus she kept it in her heart.    

Over the years, whenever she received news of the death of a child, she would personally bring the old master to pay tribute.    

Fortunately, Mo Nan had returned.    

Mrs Fang then grabbed Mo Nan's shoulder and turned him around. She looked back and forth as if she was sizing up her son. Finally, she smiled in satisfaction.    

"Not bad. You've grown up and become more handsome than before."    

"Sigh, it's a pity that Auntie is not like you guys. She's already old. No matter how much she takes care of herself, she won't be as good as before."    

Mo Nan immediately smiled and said,    

"Mrs Fang, you are joking again."    

"You are taking good care of yourself. To outsiders, there are people who believe that you are in your twenties. How can you be considered old?"    

"You are the sweetest one."    

Mrs Fang would not take such polite words seriously. She touched her face in satisfaction and moved away from the door.    

"Come in quickly. Coincidentally, the old master has been talking about you recently. He should have gotten the news of your return in advance. " Really, such a big thing. " He didn't even tell me or your uncle about it. "    

Mo Nan felt a warmth in his heart when he heard the gentle words of the woman as she dragged him all the way to the yard.    

He had been to many places over the years. Wherever he went, people who did not know him would dislike his identity or knew him. When they saw him, they would avoid him.    

Occasionally, he would go home a few times. The old man at home didn't say anything to him.    

Only today, when he came to the Ling family, for the first time, he felt safe and reliable.    

"The old man is in that room."    

After entering the courtyard, Mrs Fang pointed at the room the old master was in and turned to leave. She still had matters to attend to, mainly because she was conflicted about what to eat for lunch.    

Mo Nan was here. She felt that even if she made a table full of Manchu Han dishes, she would not be able to express her feelings.    

After she left, Mo Nan walked towards the direction of the house.    

When he entered the house, it was a living room. The television in the house was still on, but there was no sign of the old man.    

Just as Mo Nan was about to shout, he suddenly heard some small conversations.    

Then, a door beside him was pushed open. An old man and a young man walked out of the house.    

The one leading the way was Old Master Ling Leesheng. He wasn't surprised when he saw Mo Nan. He just said indifferently, "You're here?"    

"Yes, I am."    

Mo Nan nodded.    

The old man ignored him immediately. He turned around and spoke to the young man beside him.    

Let me think about the matter of the seminar again. Originally, this quota belongs to you, but now... "    

He suddenly paused and subconsciously looked in Mo Nan's direction.    

The young man who had not taken Mo Nan seriously just now immediately followed the old man's gaze. Then, he smiled gently and walked over to extend his hand.    

"Hello, my name is Zhang Xueshu. I am the old man's student."    

"You should be the same. This is my business card. " We can meet and chat when we have time. "    

He did not wait for Mo Nan to agree. He turned around and said respectfully,    

"The candidates for the seminar are all arranged by the professor, but I still think I am the most suitable person."    

"Let's go."    

Zhang Xueshu smiled at Mo Nan and walked away confidently.    

After he left, Mo Nan looked at the old man and curled his lips. "Who is he? He is so arrogant at such a young age. He is not like the students you like."    

"Yes."    

Old Master Ling nodded noncommittally. He went to the sofa and sat down. He patted the seat beside him.    

Mo Nan immediately sat down.    

The old man sighed.    

"A student recommended by an old friend last year. It's not easy to shirk responsibility."    

"Damn, he is indeed talented. Unfortunately, he is too arrogant. In the end, he will not be able to achieve great things."    

"Haha."    

Mo Nan laughed when he heard that. "You said so," he said. Then there's no hope for him in the future. " Why don't I persuade him to change his career? "    

The old man rolled his eyes at him. "You're the only one who doesn't know what to say."    

"That's enough. Let's not talk about him anymore."    

"I see that your limbs are stiff, your breath is uneven, and your body is very weak. Have you been injured recently?"    

"I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it from you, old man."    

Mo Nan nodded honestly.    

"Take off your clothes."    

the old man said directly.    

Mo Nan did not dare to resist. He took off his shirt and laid down on the sofa.    

One of the reasons why he insisted on coming here was to ask the old man to help him take care of himself.    

Otherwise, if his body continued to be so weak, he would not feel at ease.    

The old man returned to the house and brought the needle tools.    

The old man was already eighty-seven years old. He was neither deaf nor blind. His hand holding the silver needle was still exceptionally calm. Mo Nan looked at him and thought of the old man at home. He could not help but sigh.    

"How is your father?"    

The old man seemed to have sensed something and asked.    

Mo Nan waved his hand.    

"It's still the same. The injuries we suffered in the early years were too serious, leaving behind many hidden injuries. These years, it has started to flare up. From time to time, we can't catch anything that hurts."    

"Okay, I'll write you a prescription later. Remember to bring him back later."    

"This Stinky is very stubborn. How many times have I asked him to come and see me? He won't come no matter what."    

Mo Nan could not help grinning when he heard the old man scold him.    

There weren't many people in the world who dared to call this old man Stinky. Old Master Ling was one of them.    

Not long after, as the old man's acupuncture speed became faster and faster, large amounts of sweat oozed out of Mo Nan's body. His body felt unprecedentedly comfortable.    

Until the old man put away the needles. He flipped over and jumped up from the sofa. Satisfied, he stretched his limbs and said with a smile,    

"If I had known that your medical skills were as good as before, I would have come to see you when I returned home."