Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s Wrist is Broken Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s Wrist is Broken The visitor was Jiugong’s apprentice, Mo Qi.
Since the last mortuary event ended, Li Qiao hadn’t seen them for a while.
Mo Qi stood beside the bar stool, his eyes smiling, looking very happy.
Li Qiao glanced behind him and greeted with a light tone, “Did Senior Brother co by himself?”
“No, today was a class reunion, we ca to the bar to sit together after dinner,” Mo Qi explained as he pointed to a private room behind him.
Through the half-open door of the private room, one could vaguely see seven or eight people inside, both n and won.
Li Qiao withdrew her gaze, her fingers played with the base of her glass, and she shook it slightly, “How has Teacher been lately?”
“Uh—” Mo Qi fell silent, seemingly not expecting Li Qiao to suddenly inquire about the teacher’s well-being.
And his reaction instantly caught Li Qiao’s attention.
She tilted her head to look at Mo Qi, whose response seed strange, and her eyebrows gently raised, her expression becoming much cooler.
Over the years, Li Qiao had been learning funeral culture with Uncle Zhong the Ninth, and their relationship was both a ntorship and friendship.
In her heart, Jiugong was very important.
At this mont, Mo Qi’s reaction was noticed by Li Qiao, and without thinking, she knew there must be a problem.
Seeing that he didn’t speak for a long ti, Li Qiao got up impatiently, “Can’t tell ?
I can go check it out myself.”
“Xiao Li, don’t…” In his anxiety, Mo Qi grabbed her arm, “I’ll tell you.”
Li Qiao calmly freed herself and lifted her chin slightly.
Mo Qi gently pulled Li Qiao to a quiet corner of the bar, and when they stopped, he tried to sound casual, “In fact, the teacher accidentally got hurt the day before yesterday, but it’s nothing serious, you don’t need to worry too much, he’s quite all right.”
His words sounded perfunctory.
Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi unblinkingly, saying each word deliberately, “What kind of injury?”
Mo Qi took a breath, and faltered, “It’s, it’s just…
Ah, Xiao Li, I’ll tell you the truth, we weren’t supposed to tell you about the teacher’s injury.”
He looked at Li Qiao and then, frustrated with himself, hung his head, “I knew I shouldn’t have greeted you just now.”
Li Qiao was running out of patience.
Her clear, cool, deer-like eyes glanced at Mo Qi, and she turned and walked away.
At that mont, Mo Qi hurriedly caught up to her, lowering his voice to a whisper, “It’s the teacher’s wrist…
broken.”
Li Qiao’s steps abruptly stopped, a deep light flickered at the bottom of her eyes.
Uncle Zhong the Ninth was a gold dal mortician from the South Sea and also a soul figure in the world of funeral culture.
His livelihood depended on his craftsmanship; those hands were the symbol of his identity.
A broken wrist was no small matter!
Perhaps seeing the confusion in Li Qiao’s eyes, Mo Qi scratched his head, “I don’t know what happened exactly.
I went to the teacher’s funeral ho the day before yesterday, and when I entered, I found him sitting on the ground, his whole hand swollen and his wrist hanging in a weird way.
The teacher said he accidentally broke it while moving sothing, but I asked the doctor, and the doctor said…
there were severe bruises on the teacher’s wrist, like it was caused by violent blows.”
Mo Qi explained the whole story, his head lowered in guilt.
If the teacher knew he had told Xiao Li about the injury, would he be expelled from the ntorship?
After all, he was repeatedly told not to let it slip.
But…
faced with Xiao Li’s icy expression, he…
couldn’t help himself.
At that ti, Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, covering the turbulent waves in her eyes.
The lights of the bar occasionally swept over her face, casting a mixture of mystery and enchantnt.
“Which hospital is the teacher staying in?”
Mo Qi blankly raised his head, staring at the expressionless Li Qiao, and pursed the corners of his mouth, “dical University Affiliated Hospital.”
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