Chapter 552 Sure Enough, Dog Licking Is Everywhere

"Cousin, you have changed. In the past, you were always soft-spoken and caring. You never said a harsh 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 obviously turned into a mortal thing, but it has an unknown restriction. You don't think it's strange. Instead, you 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."

His eyes were deep and he said softly:

"When you keep crying that you don't have new shoes to wear, one day you will find that there are still people in the world who don't have feet."

"After understanding this truth, you will surely 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 told 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 ulterior motives:

"It is precisely because you are my sister that I tell you so much, and I cannot bear to let you fall into the trap."

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 sleeves and robe, she returned to her boudoir and couldn't help but think to herself:

"If you are not her, then how about you be Nightshade? Let me help you, forget about so-called love, and focus on your path."

Five days later.

There was a burst of gnashing of teeth and angry shouts from Caiyun Village:

"Hua Long, you are so cruel. This is how you treat your dearest sister. For a whole thousand, three hundred and fifty-four lifetimes, I will never give up until I beat you to the bone today."

Then 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.

Most of the people were looking at the strong young men, and three more young men came immediately.

In broad daylight, they actually started to harm themselves, each one more cruel than the other.

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 used a knife to cut a bloody wound on his palm, and the other, not to be outdone, chewed on a piece of wood, faced the wall, and kicked off his own toe.

The last one even hit his head against the wall, as if he would defeat them even if he was hit to death. He stopped triumphantly until his flesh was bruised and his head was bleeding.

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 wandered, he couldn't help but recall He Xiangu, who had the world in mind, was ambitious, but not like the Holy Mother, was open-minded, generous, and decisive in doing things, and a hint of curiosity suddenly arose in his heart.

As Yang Jiao's thoughts turned around, 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 is far inferior in terms of appearance alone.

But it always gives people a feeling that the more they look at it, the more beautiful it becomes, especially because the whole body exudes a kind and gentle temperament, which makes it more and more attractive and close to the heart.

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

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

When the man listened to He Caiyun's question, his stunned eyes suddenly returned to his senses, and he stretched out his injured hand with a smile:

"I have a cut on 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 surprise:

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

Men lie when they open their mouths:

"I accidentally injured my other hand while working."

He Xiaoyun frowned slightly:

"You are obviously a teacher, how could 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 retracted his hand and stood up to retort:

"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 was said, 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 started making a big fuss regardless of the many patients here, and immediately said:

"Okay, don't argue."

As soon as these words came out, Han Xiangzi yelled:

"stop fighting."

His face changed drastically, a bright smile appeared, and he whispered softly to He Xiaoyun:

"You 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 Restaurant is a place where people can save lives and heal the wounded."

She changed the subject:

"But no matter why you are injured now, I will treat you. However, I hope that you will never harm your body again in the future. It is only right to treat patients who are really in need."

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. Aren't you a person with strong martial arts skills? We haven't seen you for a few days, but you have been reduced to 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, but why did you suddenly become a doctor? You are also a doctor with superb medical skills. You can diagnose whether I am ill at a glance."

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