Chapter 1378 - 411: [Go Ask Your Dad]_2

Chapter 1378: Chapter 411: [Go Ask Your Dad]_2

With the Bone Pill, this old guy is definitely not going to die.

Chen Yan wasn’t sure if the shot to the stomach had punctured his intestines or caused internal bleeding.

He only helped sew up the wound and dug out the bullet from the thigh.

The rest, just leave it to the Bone Pill.

·

Angie was awakened in the morning by Chen Yan.

When the girl was pushed awake, she saw Chen Yan standing at her bedside. She instinctively gasped, but her eyes still looked somewhat blurry.

"Your father is fine now." Chen Yan stepped back: "I’ll give you one minute to get dressed, then come out to help."

Angie didn’t even take a minute before rushing out of the bedroom, disheveled.

Last night, Chen Yan’s treatment of her was very rough. The young girl fainted from shock and fear, and Chen Yan simply threw her back into the room to sleep — Angie’s clothes were even stained with a lot of her father’s blood, which had dirtied her bed.

But when Angie ran downstairs to the hall, she first saw her father lying on the dining table and was startled.

Then she saw her father’s body and legs wrapped in bandages. The most crucial thing was that her father lay on the dining table, yet his chest subtly rose and fell — indicating he was still alive!

"He’s not going to die."

Chen Yan was already in the kitchen, casually opening the Wu family’s fridge to find something to eat.

Unfortunately, he only found a few boxes of milk, but in the freezer, there was a big bag of something familiar to Chen Yan — dumplings.

That’s interesting. Old Wu should be from Minnan, yet he had dumplings in his fridge.

Chen Yan glanced at Angie, who was standing at the dining table, tensely watching her father, and said impatiently.

"Stop looking. I said he wouldn’t die, and he won’t. Now, help me with two things."

"Hmm? Oh! Okay!"

Angie snapped back to reality immediately, but she still looked at Chen Yan with a mix of fear and an insurmountable distance.

The reason was simple — the young girl previously had some fondness for Chen Yan, the kind of affection a girl has for a handsome male.

She originally thought this guy was just a tenant, at most with an old car, a grassroots running around working.

Yet unexpectedly, before her father was critically injured, he specifically instructed her not to call the police but asked her to seek help from this tenant?

Who exactly is this man?

Recalling how Chen Yan showed up last night after she made the call, and she fainted in shock.

And in just one night, he managed to save her critically injured father?

So much blood, and the gun wound that was evident at a glance — didn’t he fear it?

Who exactly is he?

At this moment, the young girl looked at Chen Yan not with the previous fondness toward the opposite sex but with a sense of awe and unfamiliarity.

"Clean up the bloodstains on the floor, fetch some water to mop it.

Also, make something to eat. There are dumplings in the fridge — you know how to cook dumplings, right?"

"Uh...yes." Angie nodded desperately, then puzzledly looked at Chen Yan: "Are you...are you going to leave?"

"Why would I leave? After a tiring night, at least let me have a meal. Cook more dumplings; I have a big appetite."

Saying that, Chen Yan turned to walk towards the front door. ℴℴ𝘮

"Where are you going?"

"I’m going to the front restaurant to handle something — your father is in no condition to open up, so I’ll put up a ’temporarily closed’ sign outside to prevent old customers from coming and spreading rumors.

Also, who knows what trouble your father might have caused last night? In case the police come knocking, I have to prepare for it."

With that, Chen Yan opened the door and left.

·

Old Wu and Angie, the father and daughter, lived behind the Chinese restaurant. Opening the residential door led to a small courtyard — rather, a patio.

Past the courtyard, there was a small passage leading to the roadside, right next to the passage opening was the restaurant’s front door.

Chen Yan took the restaurant’s key, opened the restaurant door, entered the dining room, and closed the door behind him.

Then, he rifled through the counter, found some paper and a pen, and used a thick marker to write a line on a sheet of A4 paper.

"Boss occupied, temporarily closed."

He stuck the A4 paper onto the door, and then Chen Yan rummaged through the back kitchen freezer for some vegetables and frozen meat, packed them all in a bag, and left.

After locking the restaurant doors, he returned to the Wu family home.

·

Returning home, Angie was startled by the sound of the door while vigorously mopping the bloodstains with a mop. But seeing it was Chen Yan who came in, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Don’t be afraid; it’s nothing." Chen Yan looked at the girl’s skinny figure working hard to clean the floor and gave her a rare comforting smile.

Then he took the bag of food to the kitchen, noticing water boiling on the stove.

Seeing Angie busy mopping the floor, he decided to handle the cooking himself.

The dumplings should be handmade by Old Wu, and he directly cooked more than half of them, totaling over forty.

While Chen Yan cooked the dumplings, Angie tirelessly fetched water to clean the floor.

At that moment, the girl had regained some composure. She even used laundry powder in the water bucket to wash the floor.