"Sit down first."
Nathaniel Besian obediently sat down.
Viola Thompson took a sip of tea and began recounting the day's events.
It was an ordinary day.
Because of her job, Viola almost had to fly in and out of various cities every week.
But she never expected to encounter a plane crash.
"I thought I was going to die, but when I opened my eyes, I beca the Viola Thompson you see now."
Even now, Viola found it incredible.
If these words were spoken by soone else, Nathaniel certainly would not have believed them.
He would even have scoffed.
In this era, still using such explanations was expected to scare people off.
But now, the person telling him all this was his Master.
As long as it was spoken by his Master.
He believed it all!
"Master, you are such a good person, saving so many people. God doesn't have the heart to watch you die young."
Nathaniel spoke incoherently with emotion.
As if rembering sothing, he continued, "By the way, why did you pass the Sight Restorer Proposal to our eldest and second disciples?"
Viola Thompson gently shook her head, "From beginning to end, I never gave them the proposal."
"Then..." Nathaniel turned pale, realizing sothing was wrong, "Then how did the Sight Restorer Proposal end up in their hands?"
Viola continued, "Your eldest disciple was with the day I boarded the plane. I suspect that he tampered with things."
Steven Ram was the first disciple Viola took in.
Adding to his exceptional talent in dicine, his good character, his responsible attitude towards his fellow disciples, plus how Steven's life was saved by her. Knowing Steven inside and out, she didn't take any precautions against him.
"If that's the case, the plane crash behind definitely has sothing to do with them!"
At this point, Nathaniel stood up in a rage, "I am going to confront them now!"
Even if it took his life, he was determined to hold Steven Ram and Hannah Sutton's parents accountable.
"Bob, stand still."
Nathaniel stopped in his tracks, "Master, today I am going to clean house at the Sacred dical Hall! After they treated you like this, are you still protecting these ungrateful and vicious people?"
"Bob, you're acting too impulsively," Viola's expression was indifferent, her face showing no particular emotion, "The most important thing for us now is to find out the truth."
Hearing this, Nathaniel cald down sowhat.
Viola continued, "Sit down and have so tea first."
Nathaniel sat down and picked up his cup to have a sip of tea.
One must not disobey the master's orders.
Nathaniel would only be so obedient in front of his master.
"Bob, after all these things happened, you are still the sa as before, being unguarded towards people and things. I told you many tis that the most important thing before facing a problem is to stay calm, then to think about the most beneficial way for yourself, not to act impulsively. What if there are more people involved in this matter than Steven Ram and Hannah Sutton? By doing so, wouldn't you be alerting the targets of our investigation?"
"Master, I was wrong..." Nathanial lowered his head, like a child who had done sothing wrong.
Viola continued, "And, you're sure that I am your master just because you drank so tea?"
"I know you are! You must be! Because except for you, there's no one else in the world that can make this kind of tea!" Nathaniel continued, "Also, actually, the first ti I saw you at Capital City Hospital, I found you quite familiar. I even doubted whether I had seen you sowhere, but I didn't dare to think too much about it or expect that anything would happen to you! I didn't even expect that our eldest disciples would betray you!"
All of these things far exceeded Nathaniel's expectations.
Viola looked at Nathaniel, she felt sowhat gratified.
This disciple was not taken in for nothing.
"Master, what should we do now? Don't worry, I'll listen to you!"
Viola poured Nathaniel a cup of tea, "Bob, don't worry. What goes around cos around. Everyone who deserves retribution won't get away."
Her voice was soft but resolute.
After these words, she continued, "How is your golden needle acupuncture training going recently?"
"It's almost complete."
Viola nodded in agreent slightly.
The Master and her disciple spoke for a long ti.
It was not until midnight that Viola left the cafe.
She was alone, walking in the dark night with the bright moon as her company.
The moonlight cast a lustrous glow on her, radiating a sense of mystery.
"Viola Thompson!"
At this mont, a voice suddenly echoed in the air.
Viola slightly turned her head.
The newcor was a man adorned in foreign clothes. He was clad in gold and silver, had a long beard, although his style seed mature, his face was handso, which added an extraordinary temperant that ordinary people didn't possess.
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