Daddy the Miracle Medic

Chapter 7 The One Who Causes Trouble

Chapter 7 The one who causes trouble

Within half an hour, Lachlan arrived at the morning market in the west city district. He saw a fried dough stick stand on the roadside near the market entrance. The reason he came all this way was because he knew they used good oil here.

"Boss, give me two pounds... no, five pounds. Just make it ten pounds of fried dough sticks... and two bowls of tofu pudding to go!" Lachlan said to the stand owner.

The stand owner looked at Lachlan strangely and asked, "Young man, are you here to cause trouble?"

Lachlan shook his head speechlessly and said, "How about I pay you first?"

The dragon energy constantly surging from his left kidney nourished and strengthened his body while also making him feel like a bottomless pit in need of nutrients. Nora was hungry but Lachlan was even hungrier! He felt like he could eat an entire cow!

Hearing that Lachlan wanted to pay first, the stand owner finally relaxed and pointed at a pile of fried dough sticks in front of him saying, "This is all we have but it might not be exactly ten pounds. I'll weigh them for you so you can pay for what you get."

"Okay!" Lachlan nodded.

At this time another group arrived at the breakfast stall as well. At their head was an imposing old man holding a porcelain doll-like little girl who appeared to be only six or seven years old.

In addition, there was a handsome young man and a middle-aged man with an imposing presence.

"Grandpa, Dr. Bailey said you can't eat greasy food. If my grandma finds out you snuck out to eat fried dough sticks, she'll scold you again!" The handsome young man sighed.

"Who said I came out to eat fried dough sticks? I came out for morning exercises, got it?" The old man glared at the young man.

"Okay! Okay! You came out for morning exercises." The handsome young man clearly couldn't do anything about his grandfather and shrugged helplessly.

It's said that some people never grow up, and his grandfather who used to be a dominant figure was no exception.

"This place uses good oil and the tofu pudding is also delicious. Let's go over and have a few bites!" The old man walked over without hesitation with an eager expression on his face.

"Boss, give us four pounds of fried dough sticks and four bowls of tofu pudding," the old man ordered without hesitation.

The stall owner was weighing Lachlan's order when he heard this request. He apologized, "Oh, Sir, I'm really sorry but we're sold out of fried dough sticks."

As someone who had been in business for years, he could tell that the old man wasn't an ordinary person just by looking at him.

"No more? Then what are these?"

The handsome young man furrowed his brow and pointed to the pile of fried dough sticks. "He's buying all of these?" he asked.

The vendor explained politely, "Yes, he is."

"So he's going to eat all of them himself? Can he even handle that? Give us half!" The young man didn't wait for a response from Lachlan before making his demand.

Lachlan couldn't help but notice the arrogance in the young man's demeanor. He was used to dealing with people like him.

"Um... could we split them up a bit?" The vendor looked at Lachlan for guidance.

Lachlan frowned and glanced at the old man. He replied calmly, "Sorry, I don't have enough for myself. I don't want to share."

The young man's attitude annoyed Lachlan. He hadn't even had enough food yet, so why should he give any away?

And besides, what about the old man's health?

"Hmph! You can't possibly eat all of those by yourself! Are you some kind of pig? Hmph!" The little girl next to the old man pouted and spoke rudely towards Lachlan; she clearly wasn't happy with him.

"Kid, you better watch your mouth." The handsome young man's face turned cold, with a warning implied.

"Hehe, this old man isn't in the best of health. Eating fried dough sticks could lead to sudden death. It's better not to have any," Lachlan said casually. If the young man was going to speak like that, he wouldn't be polite either.

"What did you say? You're asking for it!" With those words, the young man's expression changed and he pointed at Lachlan fiercely rebuking him.

This guy not only didn't know how to show respect but also didn't know his own limits. How dared he curse his grandfather?

"Kid, kneel down and slap yourself ten times in the face or else just based on what you said now, you can disappear from this world!" The middle-aged man with a heavy aura spoke viciously as well.

"Henry, Rowan, forget it! Since he doesn't want to share, then let's not force him. Let's go." However, the old man waved his hand and stopped his grandson and subordinate from doing anything further. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Henry Ward snorted coldly without saying anything more in front of his grandfather but gave Lachlan a chilling look instead.

However, deep down inside him, Henry had made up his mind that if he didn't take care of this kid later, then he would have failed as an heir of the Ward family!

"No worries, sir. I'll split these fried dough sticks with all of you." At that moment though, without any hesitation or explanation needed, the vendor simply took out half of what should have been sold to Lachlan and handed it directly over to the old man who hesitated for a moment before accepting it anyway.

It was the vendor's decision, nothing to do with him.

"Ha! Piggy, you're so annoying!" the little girl made a face at Lachlan and proudly shook her head.

The four of them found a spot to sit down in the next second. The old man couldn't wait and took a big bite of his fried dough stick.

"What do you mean? There should be an order here. This dough stick is mine!" Lachlan asked unhappily.

"What do you mean it's yours? You haven't paid yet. Young man, when you're out and about without money or power, it's better to be smooth or else trouble will come knocking sooner or later!" The stall owner sneered at Lachlan with an eerie tone.

This guy was dressed plainly and looked poor with his old 2G phone from years ago. In comparison, the old man and young people looked either rich or wealthy. Naturally, the stall owner wanted to sell well.

Lachlan shook his head and said lightly, "It doesn't necessarily have to be me who brings trouble upon myself."

After losing everything due to his daughter's illness, Lachlan had seen enough of this kind of snobbishness from stall owners like him. He paid for what he had eaten and prepared to leave with the remaining fried dough sticks in hand.

"Oh! So your meaning is that I offended you so I'm asking for trouble?"

"I can't believe it! Look at yourself before you start making fun of others! Disgusting!" The vendor sneered behind Lachlan.

Suddenly, something strange happened. The elderly man who was happily eating his fried dough stick just a second ago suddenly clutched his chest in pain and collapsed on the ground.

"Grandfather, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Ward! Mr. Ward!"

"Great-grandpa, please don't scare me! Waaah..."

Henry and Rowan James were so frightened that their voices changed pitch.

The little girl burst into tears with a loud wail!

The vendor who was mocking Lachlan earlier was stunned by the sudden turn of events.