Chapter 2205 The mother of the Buddha with a broken sleeve (5)

   The man who woke up learned that he had been rescued, and thanked Xu Mingtang along with his mother-in-law.

The young man took the golden needle and slowly lifted the couple up. He said in a gentle voice, "A genius doctor does not dare to be a doctor. It is the doctor's self-blame to treat and save people. Your illness is not serious. I will give you a prescription and go back to eat. Three doses will cure the disease."

   "Okay, thank you little doctor, thank you little doctor, you are our benefactor." Both the couple cried.

   Does anyone know how many doctors and medicines they have been to for this disease, and they are almost bankrupt, but the disease is still not getting better.

   This is really the blessing they cultivated in their previous life.

  Xu Mingtang greeted the couple to enter the Anhe Hall, and seeing so many people pouring into the Anhe Hall, he planned to go in too.

   At this moment, he suddenly noticed a line of sight, and he looked up.

The young man raised his head, revealing a fair and delicate face with a hint of beauty, with a little cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, smooth and peaceful eyebrows, calm and peaceful temperament, with the cool breeze and bright sun, his temperament was outstanding and contradictory, like the twilight drum and the morning bell. Like the little poplar in the forest.

   A pair of eyes are clear and transparent, as if they can see through all the falsehoods in the world, as if they cannot tolerate the slightest filth in the world.

   As if all the evils in the world had nowhere to hide before him.

  Xu Mingtang raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the Qingfeng Teahouse, and stayed for two seconds, not realizing that something was wrong.

   He slowly retracted his gaze, turned back to Anhetang, and the cyan figure disappeared from sight.

  Fu Chen lowered his head and sipped the tea in the cup, his eyes fell on the tea, floating up and down.

  The youth is transparent and clear, which makes people feel ashamed.

  The young man is as clean as white paper, making people want to be a writer and smearing them arbitrarily.

  In any case, the moment he met the young man's eyes, Fu Chen's heart was filled with turbulence.

   "...Hey, Ziheng, what are you stunned for? Did you hear me?" Lin An rambled about making arrangements for his friend, but the latter was stunned.

  Fu Shen poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Lin An: "You don't have to worry, I will arrange that person myself."

   "Okay, then don't forget it."

  Lin An was worried about Fu Chen, and there was nothing he could do. Who made Fu Chen someone who was cruel to himself and could die, and didn't care much about his own body.

   There are so many messy people around him. If my friend doesn't worry about him again, I don't know if anyone else will worry about him.

   He suddenly remembered what Fu Chen once said.

   "Lin An, you said that if I die one day, who will collect the body for me? Probably only you."

   Lin An felt sad just thinking about it.

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   Each other, become a palace.

  The graceful and luxurious woman was flipping through the album in her hand, her eyes swept over the women and the information in the album, with scrutiny and measure in her eyes.

   At this moment, a grandmother walked in: "Princess, lord..."

  The woman immediately closed the album with surprise on her face: "Is the lord coming to this princess' yard?"

  The old lady froze slightly, shook her head, and hesitated: "No, the old slave means, means..."

   Princess Cheng's eyes were sharp, the surprise in her eyes faded, and her eyes were like a knife hardened by ice: "What did you say?"

  The old lady closed her eyes and said, "My lord, he has brought a young man back. Or, he brought it from the small shop..."

   (end of this chapter)