Chapter 159: Zhong Jiugong Broke His Wrist

Chapter 159: Zhong Jiugong Broke His Wrist

The person who came was Jiu Gong's apprentice, Mo Qi.

Li Qiao hadn't seen them for a while since the last encoffining event ended.

Mo Qi stood beside the high chair, smiling, looking very happy.

Li Qiao looked behind him, and greeted lightly, "Brother, did you come by yourself?"

"No, we have a class reunion today. After dinner, we all come to the bar to have a sit." Mo Qi said, pointing to a certain box behind him.

Through the half-open box door, one can vaguely see seven or eight people sitting inside, both men and women.

Li Qiao withdrew her gaze, touched the base of the wine glass with her finger and shook it, "How is the teacher recently?"

"Uh—" Mo Qi was dumbfounded, as if he didn't expect Li Qiao to suddenly ask about the teacher's recent situation.

And his performance instantly caught Li Qiao's attention.

She tilted her head to look at Mo Qi who was reacting strangely, raised her eyebrows slightly, and her expression became much lighter.

Over the years, Li Qiao has studied encoffining culture with Zhong Jiugong, and the relationship between the two is both a teacher and a friend.

In her heart, Jiugong is very important.

At this moment, Mo Qi's reaction fell into Li Qiao's eyes, and she knew there must be something wrong without even thinking about it.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Li Qiao stood up impatiently, "Can't tell? I can go and see by myself."

"Xiao Li, don't..." When Mo Qi was nervous, he grabbed her arm, "I said."

Li Qiao broke free calmly and raised her chin.

Mo Qi gently pulled Li Qiao down, and the two came to the quiet corner of the bar. When they stood still, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Actually, the teacher accidentally got hurt the day before yesterday, but it's nothing serious. You don't have to worry too much. It's all good."

These words are perfunctory.

Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi without blinking, and paused every word: "What kind of injury did you get?"

Mo Qi breathed heavily, "Just, just... Oh, Xiao Li, let me tell you the truth. I was not allowed to tell you about the teacher's injury."

He looked at Li Qiao, and lowered his head in annoyance, "I would have known that I wouldn't have greeted you just now."

Li Qiao ran out of patience.

That pair of cold deer eyes glanced at Mo Qi, turned around and left.

At this time, Mo Qi hurriedly caught up with her, and whispered in a low voice, "It's the teacher's wrist...broken."

Li Qiao's steps stopped instantly, her eyes glinted.

Zhong Jiugong is a gold medal embalmer in Nanyang and a soul figure in the funeral culture circle.

He relies on this handicraft, and those hands are his status symbol.

Broken wrist, no small matter!

Probably seeing Li Qiao's doubts, Mo Qi scratched his head, "I don't know what's going on, the day before yesterday I went to my teacher's funeral shop to look for him, and when I walked in, I found him sitting on the ground with his whole hand swollen , the wrist still hangs weirdly.

The teacher said that he accidentally broke it by moving things by himself, but I asked the doctor, and the doctor said...the teacher had severe bruises on his wrist, which seemed to be caused by a violent blow. "

Mo Qi explained the ins and outs, lowered his head and blamed himself.

If the teacher knew that he had told Xiao Li about his injury, would he be expelled from the school?

After all, he told himself never to speak out.

But... Facing Xiao Li's icy expression, he... couldn't help himself.

At this time, Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, covering the turbulent waves in her eyes.

The lighting effect of the bar swept across her face from time to time, making her look a bit blurred and a bit bewitching.

"Which hospital does the teacher live in?"

Mo Qi raised his head in a daze, looked at Li Qiao who was expressionless, and pursed his lips, "The Affiliated Hospital of Medical University."