"Silly goose, do you think we should discuss this with Comrade Old Qiao? See how this should be handled?" Qiaoqiao asked on their way home.
"I actually wanted to ask our dad for advice as well, but I'm afraid he'll make a big fuss and fly over as soon as he hears about it," Liu Banxia said.
"Let's first consult with Old Qiu. He's an old hand in the martial world, after all, and definitely more experienced than us young folks. We don't need to rush. Personally, I don't care whether or not I get the role; I have plenty of other options anyway."
"Why the rush? It would be better if you just stayed a regular doctor. You could get off work on time every day and accompany me and the child," Qiaoqiao said, giving him a sidelong glance.
"It's only because you enjoy this job. Otherwise, we could open our own clinic and even have time for fun. When we feel like it, we can treat patients. When we get bored, we can just close the shop and go out to have fun. Isn't that great?"
