“Hahaha…”

Long afterward, whenever Jiu’er recalled Ako’s terrified expression from that moment, she couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

Ako was male.

Even robots had genders.

So male robots really were that afraid of being turned into female robots.

Hahaha…

After bathing, she finally felt clean and refreshed.

Jiu’er retrieved her medicine kit from inside Ako’s belly and made her way to Lu Beicheng’s tent.

“Young Master Jiu, may I come in?”

She quickly reined in her smile — in front of Young Master Jiu, she still kept things serious.

“Come in.” Lu Beicheng’s pleasant voice carried from inside.

Listening to it, one could easily grow intoxicated.

The timbre was nothing like the Ninth Imperial Uncle’s, so why did it carry exactly that same feeling of the Ninth Imperial Uncle?

It was far too easy for it to bewitch her heart.

She carried her medicine kit and lifted the tent flap aside.

Lu Beicheng had already bathed, and yet at this hour, he was still working.

“The signal seems to have gotten a lot weaker here.” She recalled her phone signal was down to just two or three bars.

“That’s why the logistics team needs to get the signal tower built as soon as possible.” Lu Beicheng’s gaze shifted from the laptop screen to land on her face.

He quickly noticed the medicine kit in her hand.

“Something wrong?”

“I… aren’t I your attending physician? I wanted to come check on you — is that alright?”

Take payment, resolve the client’s troubles.

Since she’d already signed on for this job, then she was going to take it seriously.

Lu Beicheng’s legs — she’d taken responsibility for them!

Whether or not she could cure them might not be up to her to decide, but how much effort she put in was her own choice.

“It’ll be quick, I just need to check—”

“No need.” Lu Beicheng declined flatly.

Jiu’er froze for a moment. “Young Master Jiu, are you… too busy? Then I’ll come back later.”

It was only just past nine at night — people of this era certainly weren’t going to sleep this early.

“I’ll come back at ten.” She announced cheerfully and turned to leave.

But behind her came Lu Beicheng’s cool, low voice: “My legs don’t need looking at.”

“Why not?” The words left Jiu’er uneasy, as if she’d suddenly lost her job!

“Is Young Master Jiu worried my medical skill isn’t good enough?”

If that were the case, then why hire her back in the first place? Was it just for fun?

Lu Beicheng’s gaze met hers, and seeing a trace of disappointment in her eyes, he didn’t know what had gotten into him — but his resolve softened: “Fine.”

“Fine?” What did that mean?

She couldn’t quite process it for a moment.

The next instant, her eyes lit up and she hurried over: “Thank you!”

“Thank me for what?” Lu Beicheng actually felt an urge to laugh.

Hadn’t she just looked so disappointed a second ago? And now, smiling so innocently!

This little girl seemed remarkably easy to please.

Jiu’er herself wasn’t sure what she was thanking him for — probably for giving her a chance not to lose her job.

This long road to Ying’an City stretched far ahead, and there was no telling what dangers lay in wait along the way.

Without clinging tightly to Young Master Jiu’s coattails, she might not make it there safely.

“Thank you, Young Master Jiu, for not looking down on my medical skill.” She walked over and crouched down beside him.

Lu Beicheng, however, pressed something, and the wheelchair carried him aside.

There was a stool here, with no table blocking it.

She hadn’t expected the richest man in Jiangzhou to be someone so thoughtful and considerate.

Jiu’er sat down on the stool, finally spared from crouching — this position was far more comfortable.

She opened her medicine kit and looked at his trouser leg, wanting to roll it up, yet hesitating.

Such a charming man — would he care a great deal about his image?

Letting someone see his withered leg — wouldn’t that be embarrassing for him?