Wife is safe, cute baby makes trouble in the world of special forces.

When the pastor was young, he was obsessed with work and his wife often complained about him, saying that she wanted to live next door to a black person. This deeply hurt his self-esteem. No, this is not the most important thing. The key is that he has to save lives and heal the wounded.

With this firm idea in mind, Mr. Mu pushed the door open. Chen Haonan was away these days, and his parents stayed behind to take care of the injured soldiers. Getting closer to his parents would make it easier to win the child's heart. Isn't meeting the parents the most important step in finding a partner?

In the next few hours, Director Mu secretly sent a lot of supplements to Chen Bo, and euphemistically said that this was for the sake of Chen Haonan's status as a young hero. These words made Chen Bo very happy, and he immediately became friends with Mr. Mu.

Chen Haonan naturally didn't know about these things.

He had just returned to the hospital with his wife, Kang Tuan, when he ran into Director Mu in the corridor.

"Great, great, I've been waiting for you for a long time, let's chat privately, sorry, can I borrow your little husband for a moment."

Director Mu smiled at An Ran and took Chen Haonan away.

An Ran also knew Mr. Mu's identity, a highly respected chief physician, so she smiled and nodded.

Kang Tuan, who was standing next to him, didn't care and pushed the door open to visit Gong Jian, the kind sister-in-law who had rejected him.

In private office.

Chen Haonan was sitting upright in a high-end I-shaped office chair. Opposite him, Director Mu looked stern.

"Hey, old man, I'm only 9 years old. You advise you to be kind and drag me into a small dark room. What do you mean?" Chen Haonan faced Mr. Mu's fiery gaze. Even though he was skilled and courageous, he found it a little overwhelming.

I don’t know what the other party is up to.

"If you have anything to say, just say it outside. Why do you have to drag me here?" Chen Haonan looked around the dimly lit small office, a little puzzled.

"Um..." Mu Weimin cleared his throat and said seriously, "I've thought it through. I want to become your disciple. Can you teach me that traditional craft?"

Chen Haonan suddenly realized it for a moment, and said with a stern face: "Are you serious? Learning from a master is not a joke, and I won't pass on my skills to others easily."

"You must be serious, otherwise, why would I bring you here?" Mu Weimin looked more serious than Chen Haonan.

Chen Haonan's face became more serious, and he said solemnly: "My method is called black witch medicine, which is a very traditional medical method. If you want to become my disciple, you have to kowtow. This is the rule. And when you see me in the future, you have to call me Master."

Still calling me master?

Director Mu looked at Chen Haonan, who was only as tall as his chest, swallowed hard, and trembled in shock.

Is this guy serious?

The last time he failed to become a disciple, the other party needed to kowtow to him. In modern society, there are no such rules for learning. Either you have to pay a registration fee or you have to invest. But this child insisted on performing the ceremony of kneeling and bowing. This is not the old society. The key point is how can he, an adult, kneel down and call a child a master.

"Well, actually, I really want to learn the techniques to save people. If I learn in modern times, I don't need to become a disciple, right?"

"No." Chen Haonan shook his head directly. "This is a basic requirement. If you can't do it, there's nothing to say."

"You can see how powerful this skill is. I'm not trying to embarrass you. This is an ancient tradition that is passed down from father to son, not from father to daughter. If you must pass it down to outsiders, you must first be assessed for loyalty and kowtow to become a disciple. I'm still oversimplifying it. You should decide for yourself. I'm going to go find my parents. They're waiting to see me and are so anxious that they sent me a message saying they've prepared a suitcase of pocket money for me and asked me to go and inspect it."

As Chen Haonan was about to leave, Mu Weimin became even more anxious and quickly blocked Chen Haonan's way, "Don't leave in such a hurry, I haven't finished what I want to say."

In a hurry and with his emotions agitated, Mu Weimin couldn't help but immediately said, "You can call me Master. You can call me Master when there is no one around. Anyway, in my heart, you are the Master."

Chen Haonan shook his head, "I don't mind letting more people inherit the traditional craftsmanship of our ancestors, but rules are rules. If you can't stand this grievance, forget it."

Mu Weimin looked embarrassed. "But it's not nice for an adult like me to call a kid like you 'Master' in front of so many people. Anyway, we have a relationship, so it doesn't matter if I call you that in private, right?"

"People often say that as long as you have the other person in your heart, it's fine. I respect you from the bottom of my heart, so I came to become your disciple. What do you think?"

"Not at all." Chen Haonan raised his little head and said in a baby voice, "Please, be more mature and don't act like a child. This is a priceless thing, why should I pass it on to you? We don't have any friendship, and you don't even call me master, so why should I give it to you?"

This……

Mu Weimin gritted his teeth, feeling conflicted. He wanted to become the disciple, but he couldn't bring himself to call a little kid "master" in public.

He wanted to become a disciple in order to help more people. Since a child was so generous and willing to give something priceless, why should he still have the face to do so? It was just to call him "Master."

Every profession has its own specialties. Whoever has the ability can be a master. So what's wrong with recognizing a child as a master?

Thinking of this, Mu Weimin immediately bowed to Chen Haonan and said, "Compared to you, a child, you have a big picture. No wonder people on the Internet say that you are a young hero. You are right. If you are willing to teach me, why should I ask for face?"

After saying that, he was about to kneel down here, but Chen Haonan had no intention of stopping him. He stood straight with his little back held high, accepting Director Mu's kneeling request and performing the ceremony of becoming their apprentice.

His expression looked very serious. If other people saw this scene, it would be more shocking that the respected pastor actually worshipped a child as his teacher than him mobilizing people on the street to save people.

"Master, please accept my disciple's greeting." Mu Weimin was not vague and knelt down in front of Chen Haonan and kowtowed.

After three kowtows, Chen Haonan pulled Mu Weimin up and said seriously: "Since you are my apprentice, I will tell you the specific techniques."

"Yes, Master." Hearing that Chen Haonan was good at explaining the techniques, Mu Weimin's voice calling him "Master" became louder and stronger, and he was also excited.

Chen Haonan introduced directly: "My black witch doctor technique pays attention to the strength and posture of the hands. It is divided into many techniques, such as old man massage, Guanyin massage, nine shallow and one deep..."

"This is just one of the 18 touches. Next, I will demonstrate it on you and you can experience it."

"Okay, okay, okay." Mu Weimin, who was fascinated by what he heard, his eyes lit up and he nodded immediately. According to Chen Haonan's request, he sat on the chair and let the other party's small hands operate on his body without being afraid that the other party would hurt him or anything.

"Watch carefully, I will find the acupoints for you first." As he said that, Chen Haonan pointed out several acupoints on Mr. Mu's body with his small hands and demonstrated how to exert force.

clap clap!

The room was filled with the sound of Chen Haonan patting Gong Jian to stop the bleeding, and Director Mu was very excited about it.

"Good, good, harder, harder, let me feel your strength."

"Well, strength is indeed the key. Try to feel it carefully..."

Outside, An Ran stood at the door of the small dark room with a confused look on her face, hesitating whether to go in, and then she heard the sound of "pa pa" coming from inside.

"What's that sound? Are they smoking?"

An Ran was extremely stunned. She had no idea what the voice meant, nor could she guess what was happening inside.

Originally, she was very surprised to see Mr. Mu suddenly dragging Chen Haonan into the small dark room. She thought that if she waited a little longer and saw no one coming out, she would break in. However, she did not expect to hear a strange sound coming from it.

"What's going on? What are these two, old and young, doing?"

An Ran frowned slightly and was about to knock on the door when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

"An Ran, I finally found you."

Hearing the voice, An Ran looked back and saw Donghai’s richest man, Chen Bo, and his wife coming over.

"An Ran, where is Chen Haonan? I heard he's back, but why hasn't he come to see us? Is he okay?"