Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 1556 285

The rain finally stopped.Along came another piece of good news: Mr. Zhai's fever subsided.

"Teacher, it's chilly outside, please put on another coat."

"Zheng Hua, thank you all for your hard work."

Mr. Zhai felt guilty. The people involved were his students, and since an accident occurred, he felt responsible. Yet he fell ill at the most critical moment.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly this time.

Standing on the balcony on the second floor, the morning air in the mountains, washed by heavy rain for days, felt cool as it was inhaled into his lungs, clearing his mind a bit.

"Teacher, no matter what, you can't fall. We... we all depend on you."

"I'm old; you're no longer kids. It's the teacher who delayed you. I'm not as good as Mr. Luo."

Luo Tingrui was much younger than Mr. Zhai, considered an up-and-coming talent. Yet, currently, his side was developing better, especially the students he mentored who became capable on their own, were more.

"It was hard over there, treating people like machines. Teacher, you care for us."

"Jade must be polished to become a vessel. Ultimately, I didn't do well enough, didn't give you enough training opportunities."

"But it has to be jade, and only you, Teacher, wouldn't disdain a dumb stone like me."

The traditional master-apprentice relationship far surpassed the father-son bond. Here, it was just the two of them talking, no need for pretenses, only genuine sentiments.

With Zheng Hua's support, Mr. Zhai went downstairs.

The two bodies had been returned, benches joined to make a bed, covered with a straw mat and white cloth.

Mr. Zhai reached out to hold the host's hand and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, truly sorry for the trouble."

"What are you saying? No one wants such incidents to happen. Besides, they say you don't borrow lives, only deaths. Such a convenience must be extended."

"Thank you, thank you."

Mr. Zhai walked to the straw mat, lifted the white cloth to see the disciples' faces, then placed the cloth back, closed his eyes, and his tears glistened at the corners.

"Teacher, Qian Ying and Wu Lan..."

"Can we rest them in the town?"

"The town..."

Zhao Yi came out and volunteered, "The town is too small, just one clinic, only the county hospital has a morgue."

Mr. Zhai nodded with a smile at Zhao Yi, then told Zheng Hua, "Let's have them temporarily placed at the county hospital. Later, invite their parents to see them one last time... I also have to be there, to apologize to their parents face to face."

In the height of summer, long-distance transport of bodies was very inconvenient, and the objective conditions were lacking. Additionally, public institutions typically do not transport bodies home. They almost always cremated first, then transport the ashes back for burial.

"Okay, Teacher, I'll arrange for a car as soon as the roads are passable."

Zhao Yi spoke again, "I just came back from the provincial road. I saw vehicles moving there. It should be passable by noon, no need to find another car. Isn't my truck available? I'll take them to the county hospital by noon."

Mr. Zhai: "That's really a favor to us."

Zhao Yi: "No need to mention it, really."

Mr. Zhai: "Zheng Hua, accompany them to make arrangements."

Zheng Hua: "Don't worry, Teacher."

Mr. Zhai sat down nearby, holding a teacup, right beside the bodies of the two departed disciples.

Zhao Yi approached once more and said, "Sir, I woke up early yesterday and made some medicine using a family secret recipe. Please have a bowl."

"Medicine?"

"Just ordinary to replenish qi and blood. My unfortunate brother was prone to illness since young, hard to raise, so I often brewed medicine for him, and it proved effective."

"No need, it's too..."

"I made a lot anyway, and he can't drink it all. If you trust me, have a bowl. Rest assured, it's mild and not potent, not using expensive herbs we can't afford."

"Xiao Zhao, you're being too modest."

These days, truck drivers didn't have low incomes, and Mr. Zhai noticed that Zhao Yi didn't display any signs of financial difficulty.

"Hehe, I borrowed money to buy the truck, repaying the loan while driving. My parents left debts when they passed. And my brother is still in school. After graduation, who knows where he'll work? Settling down and marrying will require quite some savings upfront."

"And you?"

"Yes, yes, and me too. I'm not young anymore, should start a family, need to save money. Maybe someday, I'll marry more than one!"

"Haha."

Both Mr. Zhai and Zheng Hua laughed, temporarily easing their sorrow.

Zhao Yi brought out two bowls of medicine from the host's kitchen, one for Mr. Zhai and one for Zheng Hua.

He wasn't lying; he actually prepared it in advance.

Mr. Zhai approached the medicinal soup, sniffed, and then began to drink.

Zheng Hua wanted to stop him, but seeing the teacher's gesture, he also didn't hesitate and drank the bowl.

It wasn't bitter, but rather sweet aftertaste, refreshing the heart after drinking.

"Thank you so much, Xiao Zhao."

"Oh, don't mention it. Making a living away from home relies on lending a helping hand to support each other. Besides, I don't know why, but upon seeing you, I felt a closeness, maybe it's fate."

Initially, when hearing from the Li surname about a special feeling towards Mr. Zhai, Zhao Yi was just guessing.

The night he treated the elderly with needles, he heard the elderly's mumbles in his dream, and Zhao Yi felt his head buzzing.

Although unbelievable and even more incredible, having come to this point, it was always right to flatter ahead of time, with flattery, trouble-free.