Moving from one gorgeous house to another, Qingyang has not spoken. Xue Jincheng saw his nervousness, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said with relief: "Don't be nervous, this will be your home from now on." ”

Family? Can he have a home too?

Qingyang cautiously raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, although he was in a wheelchair, he was still taller than him, which showed that he was tall, and that wheelchair did not damage the luxury of his body at all. Xue Jincheng has a hidden coercion and momentum, which will always be revealed inadvertently, which is experienced on the battlefield. Inadvertently, Qingyang met his deep and sharp eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head, a little more cramped than when he saw Mu Zi.

"Go and invite Mr. Guiya to the guest house!" Seeing his injuries, Xue Jincheng gave Chen Wenqing an order.

When Mu Zi heard this, she also hurriedly ordered someone to go to the guest house to clean up a guest room, so as to arrange Qingyang's living in the future.

Although Qingyang was not lightly injured, he insisted on walking by himself, but the speed was a little slower, and the group of people was patient and walked to the guest house unhurriedly.

When he arrived at the door of the guest house, Mr. Guigu was already waiting impatiently.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw that it was the boy with a blue nose and a swollen face who was malnourished. Although the old man said that his memory was occasionally not good when he was old, he still remembered the person he had just met on the street yesterday.

In the end, for the sake of a child, and besides, it was also a disaster, the old man just snorted lightly and did not complain. If this is an adult, begging him to see a doctor and making him wait for so long, he will definitely count the people with sharp words, and then leave with his sleeves brushed up.

However, this soft hum, listening to Qingyang's ears, was nervous, pinching the hem of his shirt tightly, and the wounds on the back of his hands were a little cracked.

"This is the world's miracle doctor, Mr. Guigu." Xue Jincheng didn't care about the old man's stinky face at all, and introduced Qingyang lightly.

Although the child was cramped, he was very polite, knowing that Xue Jincheng was mentioning him, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qingyang has seen Mr. Divine Doctor." ”

When the old man heard him, his brow furrowed, and he looked at his wound again, and then asked, "I'll hear you say a few more words!" ”

Qingyang was a little confused, his brain couldn't turn, and he didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Mr. Guigu's brows frowned even tighter, and he took a few steps forward, grabbed Qingyang's wrist, and after a moment, changed his other hand. After a while, he removed his hand and brushed his beard, his brows did not relax at all.

"How?" Xue Jincheng asked.

Guigu snorted heavily, and glanced at him with slanted eyes, "I said do you know what it means to be overkill!" This kind of Cheng dù's injured muscles and bones will be raised for a few days, how can it be worth my old man's shot? ”

Qingyang was so frightened by that snort that he shuddered, and after the old man finished speaking, he felt ashamed, and his body trembled a little uncontrollably.

The old man over there didn't look at other people's faces at all, and he was still holding a shelf, and snorted angrily, "I'm a miracle doctor!" ”

Mu Zi couldn't get used to his appearance the most, "Yo, you are still a miracle doctor!" It is said that the doctor is benevolent and does not care about priorities......"

"If your throat doesn't cure anymore, you'll be dumb!" The old man knew that he would suffer a loss if he quarreled with Mu Zi, so he directly released a bombshell.