Master is Here

Cyan Shirt walked in and greeted White Shirt.

The doctor said, "He won't be fooled."

Eccentric shrugged his shoulders. "How about we make a bet? If he takes a look, teach me how to make drugs. If he doesn't, I'll do anything you want me to?"

The doctor thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The formula for the drugs is my rice bowl. Besides, your temperament is not suitable for this."

Eccentric didn't mind. He pouted and went to the side to get a bucket of water.

The doctor asked, "What are you doing?"

Eccentric said, "Someone will want it later."

The doctor looked confused.

White Shirt gave a weak snort before he turned still.

Cyan Shirt looked at the red and swollen skin of White Shirt before sighing. Then, just as he was about to leave, he subconsciously glanced at White Shirt's buttocks. Out of curiosity, he moved closer…

In the end…

Pfft…

"Ah! Water!" Cyan Shirt cried out in pain.