Grassroots lawyers also have their day

"Sister Hong, I'm fine... I'm really fine..." Wang Chuan was interrupted by Sixth Brother before he could finish speaking.

"Come on, I have some medicine for sprains and bruises, it'll be fine in a bit." Sixth Brother chuckled and casually patted Wang Chuan's shoulder, making Wang Chuan wince in pain.

This drew chuckles from the surrounding crowd, who also looked on with envy.

Wang Chuan lay sprawled on the large wooden bed in the room behind the bar, being rubbed and massaged by Sixth Brother. His body was covered in safflower oil and some strange-smelling medicinal liquid, and Sixth Brother's unique massage techniques made him almost groan with pleasure. He fell asleep almost immediately!

When he woke up, the east was already turning white, but it was still not fully light!

When he entered the house yesterday, he was sore all over and didn't pay attention to the furnishings. Afterwards, he was "treated" by Sixth Brother like a salted fish. Now that he thinks about it, Wang Chuan even suspects that Sixth Brother used to work in a massage parlor, and it must have been a particularly high-end one.

When Wang Chuan woke up, he felt refreshed. His legs no longer hurt, his back was no longer sore, and he could climb six floors in one go without getting out of breath. He felt great! The bruises on his arms had faded a lot.

The air inside was filled with the scent of safflower oil, and a faint... delicate fragrance. Wang Chuan seemed to have smelled this fragrance somewhere before.

Wang Chuan sniffed hard again, his mind racing: Hmm, Pan Jinlian used to smell like this for a while. Apparently, she secretly sprayed on a small bottle of expensive perfume her mother had just bought. He couldn't remember the exact name, but it was a foreign brand. It was supposedly quite expensive! Later, her mother found out, and the smell disappeared. Besides her, there seemed to be one other person who smelled like this… Sister Hong!

Thinking of this, Wang Chuan suddenly jumped to the ground like a startled kitten, wrapped in the quilt. Looking at the interior decoration, it was very simple, but it exuded a feminine charm. Wang Chuan was dumbfounded!

Looking down, Wang Chuan saw that he was only wearing shorts. He tried hard to recall what he had been drinking yesterday. Apart from Sixth Brother's big hands covered in safflower oil rubbing him, nothing else seemed to have happened.

Wang Chuan was covered in the smell of safflower oil, so he had to clean himself up before going to work. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only a little past six, so he had plenty of time.

Seeing a bathroom with a water heater inside, he rushed in without hesitation. Thirty minutes later, Wang Chuan, fully dressed, walked out of the house.

As soon as he entered the bar, Brother Liu, dressed in sportswear, walked over. His shirt was damp on the chest and there were obvious beads of sweat on his head, indicating that he had just finished exercising.

"Get up! How are you feeling?" Sixth Brother grabbed a towel and casually wiped his head and face.

"Thanks, Sixth Brother, I feel much better." Wang Chuan said awkwardly, "The room still smells like safflower oil. Do you have any air freshener? I'll clean it up."

"It's alright, don't worry about it. The cleaning lady will handle it." Sixth Brother finished speaking and looked at Wang Chuan: "Do you have any plans for Saturday?"

"This Saturday? No plans!" Wang Chuan didn't understand what Sixth Brother was up to, trying to give him more opportunities to perform on stage? No way, he hadn't been at the bar for very long!

"Okay, wait for my call." Sixth Brother said and walked inside.

"Sixth Brother, I'm off now! Thanks!" Wang Chuan shouted loudly at Sixth Brother's retreating figure.

"Let's go!" Sixth Brother didn't turn around, he just waved his left hand.

In the morning, Wang Chuan and Pan Jinlian went to the legal services office to take over the shifts from Hao Renyuan and Zheng Penzi. Lao Niu originally wanted Wang Chuan to rest at the office, but Wang Chuan insisted on staying on the front lines despite his minor injuries, so Lao Niu agreed to his request.

Resting at the office? Don't be ridiculous. With the boss sitting there, you think you can rest? Nothing beats staying in the legal services office.

"Hey! Second Senior Brother is here. Our Eldest Senior Brother is still recovering from his injuries and will probably need to cultivate for a while before he can regain his strength. You'd better take it easy!" Zheng Pengzi said with a wicked smile.

"What are you saying..." Pan Jinlian, that little firecracker, couldn't stand it anymore and slapped Zheng the troll on the arm.

"I didn't say anything! What I meant was that you should take on more consultations so that Senior Brother can rest more and not overwork him!" Zheng said with a grin.

"Tch, you're feeling sorry for me? How about we switch places?" Pan Jinlian teased.

"I was helping the office move refrigerators yesterday, and my foot got caught on something. It still hurts..." Hao Renyuan, the "tool guy," interrupted inappropriately.

"Serves them right!" Pan Jinlian and Zheng the troll said in unison.

"Can you compare to Senior Brother? Senior Brother's injuries were sustained while fighting on the front lines, a glorious one. You just got them from doing nothing wrong, accidentally pressing on something. Tch!" Pan Jinlian said, pursing her lips.

"Xiao Hao, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're such a grown man. Back in our hometown, your son would be old enough to run errands by now. How come you're still so careless and sloppy? Did you get hurt yesterday?" Zheng the gruff old man said.

"Ah! You're injured!"

"Let me give you a piece of advice... just bear with it!" Zheng the troll glared fiercely at Hao Renyuan.

Hao Renyuan felt extremely resentful: These are all intern lawyers, so why is there such a big difference in their treatment!

Wang Chuan, standing to the side, was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do and wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Looking at Zheng the troll and Pan Jinlian, this pair of fake besties, Wang Chuan really wanted to shout: "Don't drag me into your bickering!" But he didn't dare. Hao Renyuan was a prime example. He had to endure it.

Wang Chuan silently handed Hao Renyuan a bottle of safflower oil. Hao Renyuan glanced at it and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother..."

Just as Hao Renyuan was about to reach out to take it, he saw the two "plastic sisters" glare at him.

Okay, I'll let it slide! Hao Renyuan, who had already reached out his hand, withdrew it again: "Senior Brother, your injuries are more serious than mine, you should keep it. Take care!"

After saying this, Hao Renyuan turned and walked out. Zheng, after "happily" greeting Pan Jinlian, also left.

Zhang the Great Deceiver sat to the side watching Zheng the Critic and Pan Jinlian bicker, just like watching a palace drama, and watched the whole thing with a smile.

After the two left, Pan Jinlian looked at Wang Chuan and said with a smug expression, "Senior Brother, you heard it too, Xiao Zheng asked me to take care of you. Don't worry! If anyone dares to cause trouble in this territory, just mention my name! I'll pass it on to Sister Zhang to handle!"

"What?! How did you drag me into your bickering? I was just a bystander," Sister Zhang said, her eyes wide with grievance.

Only two people came to make copies of materials all morning, and since there wasn't much to do, Wang Chuan and his two companions chatted and joked around.

At lunchtime, Pan Jinlian and Wang Chuan went to a small restaurant nearby. Wang Chuan ordered a vegetarian three-ingredient rice bowl.

Pan Jinlian definitely couldn't stomach such a bland meal. She looked at the menu for a long time before ordering shredded pork with garlic sauce, a plate of braised pig's head, and a bowl of rice. The dishes were served quickly.