Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 552 Sure enough, dog licking is everywhere

"Cousin, you have changed. In the past, you were always soft-spoken and caring, and you never said a serious word to me."

Yang Jiao looked at Yancai who showed aggrieved expression, with an expression of indifference:
"I've always hated people who are stupid and don't know how to make progress. Do you know why I said these things to you before? Just because you are my sister.

"This short flute has already turned into a mortal thing, but there is an unknown restriction. You don't think it's strange, but say that I have changed."

"In life, the so-called love is just a passing cloud. Only strength can make people feel real. When will you really grow up and understand that love is not a necessity."

With deep eyes, he said softly:

"When you cry all the time, crying that you don't have new shoes to wear, one day you will find that there are people without feet in the world."

"After understanding this truth, you must grow up."

When Yancai suddenly heard this, her mood became more complicated. For hundreds of years, she had not sensed the feelings of the person next to her.

However, she really only regarded him as her elder brother, but now she was the first to say that she regarded herself as her younger sister.

I was speechless for a moment.

He couldn't help but feel that his words had been robbed. Seeing that what his cousin said was so conclusive, he also felt dubious in his heart.

Suddenly, Yang Jiao continued with a different intention:
"It's because you are my sister that I tell you so much, and I can't bear you to be tricked."

When he said the word "sister", he emphasized it, and in an instant, with a flick of his finger, a ray of light merged into the center of Yancai's eyebrows, and he fainted.

With a wave of Yang Jiao's sleeve robe, she returned to her boudoir, and she couldn't help thinking:

"Since you are not her, then I wonder if you are nightshade? Let me help you, forget the so-called love, and focus on the road."

Five days later.

There was a burst of gnashing of teeth and angry shouts from Caiyun Village:
"Hualong, you are so cruel. This is how you treat your dear sister. For a whole thousand 350 generations, if I don't beat you to death today, I will never give up."

Then the two figures flew away one after the other.

Not long after, Yang Jiaoyun was walking quietly in the market of Fu'an County. Not long after walking, he saw a long queue like a queue outside a medical clinic called Yongkang Hall.

And most of them looked at the young man who was strong and strong, and three young men came immediately.

In broad daylight, they actually started to harm themselves, and each one became more ruthless.

It can only be said that once a man's love for beauty and his desire to win are aroused, he is directly willing to risk his own life.

One of them cut a bloody wound on the palm of his hand with a knife, and the other, not to be outdone, bit a piece of wood, faced the wall forcefully, and kicked his toe off.

The last one slammed his head against the wall, as if he would win against them even if he killed himself, until the collision was bloody and bloody, and he stopped complacently.

Yang Jiao couldn't stop laughing when he saw it, and said to himself:

"Sure enough, dog licking is everywhere."

He glanced and saw a familiar figure not far away, it was Han Xiangzi.

Because Yang Jiao knew the plot line of this world, he knew that the owner of Yongkang Hall was He Xiaoyun, one of the Eight Immortals. Therefore, Han Xiangzi often came to Yongkang Hall.

As his eyes rolled around, he couldn't help but recall He Xiangu, who was ambitious, open-minded, generous and decisive, and had the world in mind. A hint of curiosity suddenly arose in his heart.

When Yang Jiao's thoughts turned, he walked over and lined up.

After half an hour, he finally walked into Yongkang Hall.

I saw that one side of the lobby is a place for medical consultation, and there are many chairs placed on the other side, which are specially designed for patients to rest.

Yang Jiao raised his eyes and looked at a slightly plain woman. This was a woman who didn't look very stunning at first glance.

Compared with He Xiangu, who traveled to the world in the East, she was far inferior in terms of appearance alone.

But it always gives people a feeling that the more you look at it, the more beautiful it is, especially the whole body exudes a benevolent and gentle temperament, so that it attracts more and more attention, and it feels close to each other.

Immediately, Yang Jiao sat on the chair and watched He Caiyun treat the man who cut his palm.

"Why is it you again, didn't you come here yesterday?"

Hearing He Caiyun's question, the man's stare blankly returned to his senses, and he stretched out his injured hand with a smile on his face:
"I cut my hand, please ask Dr. He to take a look at it for me."

He Xiaoyun stretched out his hand to examine the wound on his palm, and said in amazement:

"You only hurt your left hand yesterday, why did you hurt your right hand today?"

When a man opens his mouth to tell a lie:

"I accidentally injured my other hand while working."

He Xiaoyun frowned slightly:
"You are obviously a teacher, how come you keep getting your hands like this when you are teaching?"

After saying that, before the man could explain, Han Xiangzi seemed to have been waiting for this moment and walked in quickly:

"Of course not. Not only him, but also other people, even if they harm themselves, just want to win your sympathy and have close contact with you."

After hearing this, the man instinctively withdrew his hand, then stood up and retorted:
"nonsense."

Han Xiangzi immediately pointed:
"You, you, and you, I have seen them all before. Whether you have hand injuries, foot injuries, or head injuries, they were all injured by yourself outside Yongkang Hall."

He said this with a righteous look on his face:

"Let me tell you, Yongkang Hall is a place to save lives and heal the wounded, not for boring people like you to come here for entertainment."

"You'd better go out quickly and don't hinder patients who really need it from seeing a doctor."

As soon as this remark came out, they denied it one after another:

"Which eye did you see?"

"That's right, you don't want to spit on others."

"You are slandering."

Han Xiangzi replied loudly:
"I'm not talking nonsense, I just saw it. The injuries on your bodies were caused by yourself outside."

He Xiaoyun saw that they had a big quarrel regardless of the many patients here, and immediately said:
"Okay, stop arguing."

As soon as these words came out, Han Xiangzi yelled:
"stop fighting."

His complexion changed drastically, a bright smile emerged, and he whispered to He Xiaoyun:

"Tell me."

He Xiaoyun stood up, walked to Han Xiangzi, and first said to the self-inflicted trio in a positive tone:
"He's right. Yongkang is a place to save lives and heal the wounded."

She changed the subject:
"But no matter why you are injured now, I will heal, but I hope that you will never self-harm again in the future, and it is only reasonable to see patients who really need it."

The self-inflicted trio felt so guilty that they immediately nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Han Xiangzi immediately walked up to Yang Jiao and asked:

"And you, I saw you outside Yongkang Hall a long time ago. You are not a person with high martial arts skills. I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have been reduced to the point of seeing a doctor."

"Besides, I see that your face is rosy and there is no trace of trauma on your body. Could it be that you are pretending to be sick?"

Yang Jiao said lukewarmly:
"Your Excellency should be a musician. Why did you suddenly become a doctor? He is also a doctor with superb medical skills. He can diagnose whether I am ill at a glance."

"Doctor He, are you just looking at a layman gesticulating in Yongkang Hall?"

(End of this chapter)