Invincible Little School Doctor Chapter 2343: A Wounded Heart Needs Comfort

Just as the Deputy Manager tearfully swore he hadn’t pocketed any money, some impatient official disciples had already gone to summon the Chief Steward of the Spirit Meal Room.

The Chief Steward was a shrewd middle-aged man, with wisdom gleaming in his eyes.

"Manager Wu, you’d better give us an explanation for this matter!"

Although the steward’s status was slightly higher than the official disciples, the ’foodies’ tempted by the Spirit Meal had long thrown such distinctions to the wind.

Now, anyone who couldn’t let them eat the Spirit Meal made by Ye Haochuan every day was their enemy.

Manager Wu glanced at Ye Haochuan, and his mouth twisted unnaturally.

He had just heard that a new Squad Leader was assigned to the Thirteenth Squad and hadn’t even met him yet; he hadn’t expected this guy to cause such a commotion.

"Head Ye, just reveal the refining method, and it will be a significant contribution to the South Sect. Rest assured, I’ll reward you generously for it."

Upon understanding the general situation, Manager Wu spoke directly to Ye Haochuan in a tone that was quite authoritative.

"Sorry, I’ve said it many times, it’s an ancestral secret recipe!"

Ye Haochuan was displeased with Manager Wu’s tone, shrugged and said, "Besides, even if I did tell you, no one here would be able to make it."

"What do you mean no one can make it? Clearly, you’re just trying to keep it to yourself. To dare oppose the steward’s orders, it’s simply lawless!"

As soon as Ye Haochuan finished speaking, the Deputy Manager yelled as if he’d been stepped on, like a cat whose tail was trodden.

He hated Ye Haochuan to his bones for embarrassing him and almost implicating him, wishing Ye Haochuan would be killed right there.

Manager Wu hadn’t been very angry initially, but after hearing the Deputy Manager’s words, his brow furrowed, and his voice became noticeably sterner.

"This is a matter concerning the entire West Peak, not something you can dismiss with a refusal. I advise you not to be so stubborn; it won’t do you any good!"

How is this the attitude of someone asking for help?

Ye Haochuan was extremely displeased.

"It seems the South Sect isn’t a reasonable place at all! Even the sole technique passed down by the Ye Family is being coldly seized."

Ye Haochuan chuckled, shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, I’m just a simple and straightforward young man, clearly not suited to survive here. Just thinking about being treated unfairly from now on makes me want to die."

While speaking, he actually placed the Divine Concealment Sword against his neck and let out a sorrowful sound.

"Don’t stop me; I must die to defend the last dignity of the Ye Family. You bandits will never eat another Spirit Meal passed down by my Ye Family!"

Seeing him like this, many couldn’t help but be moved.

Especially the sentimental Hua Biqiao, who started crying and shouting loudly, "Head Ye sees the family secret as more important than his life; that’s the utmost filial piety. How can you bear to force him to death?"

What perfect timing!

Ye Haochuan couldn’t help but glance at Hua Biqiao in surprise.

None of his words were true; he had entirely used the allure of the Spirit Meal to pressure these people. With Hua Biqiao’s words, his image as a filial son was immediately elevated among the crowd.

Xiong Hong, though slightly better, also said furiously, "Exactly, if you drive him to death, you can’t expect to eat such good Spirit Meals anymore."

If Hua Biqiao’s words made people ponder, Xiong Hong’s was undeniably a bomb dropped among the crowd.

"Damn, it was so hard to taste such good Spirit Meals, and having to go back to eating that garbage would be worse than death!" someone shouted loudly.

More than filial piety, they were evidently more concerned about their interests.

For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar.

"Brother, don’t be impulsive, let’s talk this through!"

Someone looked devastated, pleading for Ye Haochuan not to do anything foolish.

Others directly aimed their anger at Manager Wu, saying harshly, "We wanted you here to help us get better Spirit Meals, not to extinguish our hopes!"

"Exactly, if you make it impossible for us to eat these Spirit Meals again, we’ll never forgive you!"

At this moment, no one seemed to regard the steward as a leader anymore.

Manager Wu was utterly dejected, looking extremely dismayed.

For Pete’s sake, I just asked him to hand over the secret recipe for everyone’s benefit; who knew he’d become so suicidal?

In the past, official disciples of such mediocre status dared to speak to him like this; he would have unleashed his anger to show them who’s boss.

But it’s different now. He’s clearly provoked public anger, and since there’s strength in numbers, even if he claims reason, he’d be taken down to appease the masses if things escalate.

"Head Ye, don’t get agitated; we can talk this through!"

Manager Wu finally dropped his superior attitude, adopting a negotiating tone.

Saying this, Manager Wu felt stifled; ever since becoming a steward, he had never bowed his head to mere squad leaders—never before, and surely never again.

"No, I’ve grown weary of this filthy world, not wanting its corruption to stain my pure soul; I must die today!" Ye Haochuan put on a noble act.

If Ye Haochuan’s acquaintances were here, they’d be amazed at his shamelessness; the ability to glorify oneself so brazenly must be unique in the world.

Manager Wu’s mouth twitched, hatred in his eyes deep enough to tear a strong bull apart.

No matter how displeased he was, he had to show goodwill, trying to pacify, "You’ve misunderstood; I just mentioned it casually without any intention of forcing you. Maybe my attitude was poor; I apologize!"

Apologizing to a humble subordinate, Manager Wu’s heart was already trampled by thousands of galloping alpacas.

"Damn it, once this is over, see how I deal with you!"

"My wounded soul needs comfort, it needs great comfort!" Ye Haochuan shamelessly played cute.

Manager Wu’s fists were clenched tight, but he maintained a gentle tone, "What kind of comfort do you want? Speak up!"

"I’ve always heard how well official disciples are treated; I envy them so much. My lifelong dream is to become an official disciple of the West Peak. I hear Manager Wu has recommendation slots, can you give me a chance to partake in the official disciples’ trial?"

Ye Haochuan looked expectantly at Manager Wu, like a child asking for candy.