A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Seeing the two standing awkwardly outside the door, unsure whether to come in or not, Gu Feng smiled and said, "Come in, it's not like it's your first time here."

Yes, it's certainly not the first time.

It's just that each time you come here, you'll experience discomfort.

The two Chu brothers agreed in their hearts, but still stepped into the courtyard.

Chu Hanliang opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he saw Gu Feng working hard, sweating profusely and covered in soot, so he swallowed his words back.

"Do I need to go for a follow-up appointment?" Gu Feng asked, turning around.

Chu Hanliang and Chu Hansan immediately nodded in unison, like chickens pecking at rice.

"But I'm busy right now," Gu Feng said, looking troubled. Chu Hanliang and Chu Hansan were speechless.

"Hey—Third brother, come here." A strange smile suddenly appeared on Gu Feng's face as he beckoned to Chu Hansan.

When Chu Hansan saw his smile, his heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He braced himself and stepped forward.

"This fire needs to be fanned gently to make it burn brightly; the firewood also needs to be stirred from time to time to keep the fire stable. To keep the fire stable, stir it with chopsticks every two minutes, so that the bottom won't burn..."

Everyone looked at him strangely—Gu Feng was actually earnestly teaching Chu Han San his methods for preparing medicine.

"Did you understand?" Gu Feng rambled on for a long time before asking Chu Hansan, who was standing there dumbfounded.

"I understand... I understand." Chu Hansan nodded. He understood, but why was he telling him all this? He had no intention of becoming a pharmacist.

"Alright, here you go." Gu Feng handed over the fan in his hand.

Chu Hansan instinctively took it, but still asked blankly, "Why...why are you giving it to me?"

"What else can I do? You're in charge of decocting this medicine." Gu Feng glared at him irritably.

He had never encountered such low comprehension before—his meaning was crystal clear: Chu Hansan would stay here to brew medicine for him, and Chu Hanliang would drive him to the Chu family home.

"I..." Chu Hansan finally understood.

"What, you don't want to? Fine, give me back the fan. But I'm afraid I won't have time to see Chu Xinran until tomorrow." Gu Feng said, making a move to snatch the fan back.

A bitter smile, more painful than crying, immediately appeared on Chu Hansan's face—wasn't this just blatantly forcing a prostitute into prostitution?

He'd never done such a proper job before.

Seeing that Chu Hansan was still clutching the fan and wouldn't let go, Gu Feng clapped his hands and said, "Alright, I'll leave this to you. Be careful when you fry it, or you'll get your arms and legs messed up. I'll go wash up and be right back."

After saying that, he winked at Shi Yurou, and the two of them went into the house together.

Gu Feng couldn't bear to see the delicate-skinned Shi Yurou exposed to the scorching sun; but he was quite happy to have the delicate-skinned Chu Hansan decoct medicine under the blazing sun.

"Second, second brother... what am I going to do?" Chu Hansan cried and begged Chu Hanliang for help.

Chu Hanliang suppressed a laugh that almost burst out of his throat and said seriously, "Third brother, this task is indeed quite difficult. But when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first tests their strength and body. You haven't been exercising enough lately. For Xiaoran's sake, you'll have to put up with it."

"Second brother, the sun is scorching! Can you make it for me? I'll take him to see Xiao Ran. Second brother, you know I've always had a weak constitution," Chu Hansan pleaded.

"Damn it, you're still my own brother, and this is how you treat your own brother? It's precisely because you're physically weak that you need to train more!" Chu Hanliang cursed, then sighed, "If you really can be ruthless, I have no objections. After all, we're brothers, and I'm your older brother. But think it through—I can't beat that kid no matter what. He asked you to prepare the medicine, not me. If he goes berserk, the consequences... well, I won't go into details, but I clearly heard him lift your arm and leg just now."

Chu Hansan's expression changed repeatedly. In the end, he could only sigh at his misfortune. Reluctantly, yet without daring to slack off, he bent over and fanned the fire under the scorching sun.

About ten minutes later, Gu Feng emerged from the house looking refreshed and snapped his fingers at Chu Hanliang: "Let's go."

From the moment he left until he departed, he didn't even glance at Chu Hansan.

Clearly, Master Gu couldn't be more at ease entrusting the task of decocting the medicine to this fellow.

Chu Hansan truly lived up to his trust—even if he got sunburnt, he would never dare to burn the medicine.

The car drove towards the Chu family's residence. The car was unusually silent, because Chu Hanliang and Gu Feng really didn't have much in common to talk about.

Chu Hanliang only likes to catch criminals, while Gu Daguanren only loves money and women.

The only thing they have in common is probably their body language—Chu Hanliang has an almost obsessive passion for kung fu.

But this Sanda King, who had won eleven consecutive Sanda championships in the Shenzhen police force, couldn't even last three moves against Gu Feng.

Whenever he thought of this, Chu Hanliang felt a tightness in his chest, yet he had no choice but to admit defeat.

That wasn't just fancy footwork; he didn't win by any tricks or schemes. It was real, genuine skill.

Honestly, Chu Hanliang really wanted to get closer to this young man who was almost ten years younger than him but whose kung fu skills could be described as "the pinnacle".

Unfortunately, every time they met, something unpleasant would happen, and Gu Feng always had that aloof look on his face, as if the entire Chu family owed him something.

Chu Hanliang was truly troubled, unsure how to break down this barrier. He really wanted Gu Feng to give him some pointers on martial arts, because in close combat with ruthless and cunning criminals, even the slightest difference in skill could mean the difference between life and death.

The problem is—even if Detective Chu is willing to swallow his pride, he simply can't find a suitable excuse.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out the question: "Gu Feng, how old are you this year?"

Gu Feng felt a chill and glanced at him with utter disinterest: "If you really can't find anything to say, you don't have to say anything."

"Uh, I... actually, I just wanted to learn some martial arts from you, but I didn't know how to bring it up." Chu Hanliang felt that his usually fluent tongue was now tied in knots.

"Why don't you just say it directly? Why ask how old you are?" Gu Feng said irritably.

Chu Hanliang's eyes lit up: "Then... you're willing to teach me?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up? You can only learn this kung fu if you can withstand a beating." Gu Feng teased him on purpose.

Chu Hanliang felt a chill run down his spine: "Am I... going to get beaten up?"

"Hmm." Gu Feng snorted through his nose, sounding rather sophisticated.

Chu Hanliang dared not utter another word. It wasn't that he couldn't endure hardship, but he really didn't want to end up like Lao San, losing his arm just to learn some kung fu.

The rest of the journey was silent. The car drove straight into the family compound of the Longshan District Public Security Bureau.

As I left the parking lot, I passed a small playground.

Gu Feng immediately spotted a punching bag hanging from a large tree by the edge of the playground.

His eyes flickered as he glanced at Chu Hanliang and said indifferently, "Come on, go over there and give me a couple of punches."