After taking a bath, Yan Murong walked out of the bedroom.

After all, he has been in the mountains for more than 30 years, although he has also gone down the mountain, but he only takes the train from one place to another, and then drills into the mountain, and the scenery along the way is too late to take a closer look, let alone have time to go shopping.

Huaxia has been the same for ten years, but it has changed several times for more than thirty years, Yan Murong was afraid that this old man would be outdated, so he thought about taking him shopping, but the result was good, after being pulled by Lang Yumin to have a lunch, Teng Zhan said that he had collected some information on paralyzed patients, and the old man also spent the afternoon with him in the hospital, until he had a meal at the warm invitation of Teng Zhan in the evening, and then returned to the villa.

When Yan Murong went downstairs, he saw the old man sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, and his purple clay pot and purple sand cup were still on the coffee table, but the TV was broadcasting a health program on a local station, and several fat old men like balls were sitting in front of the camera, nagging the audience in front of the TV how to dress and eat reasonably in the late autumn and early freezing season.

"Nonsense." The old man gave his evaluation with a blank face.

"What did you say?" Yan Murong walked to the sofa, sat next to the old man, and asked with a smile.

"I ask you, what should I do if my throat is dry and my lungs are on fire?" The old man didn't answer Yan Murong's question, but asked rhetorically. "Give me the easiest way to do it."

"Peel the pear, a pear, a bowl of water, a little rock sugar, put it in a pot and steam it for half an hour to clear your throat and moisten your lungs." Yan Murong said quickly.

"It's their prescription." The old man grabbed a piece of paper and threw it to Yan Murong, motioning for him to read it for himself.

"Goji berries, Houttuynia cordata—" Yan Murong looked at the prescription and said. "This is indeed a recipe for clearing the lungs and relieving cough, but it is a medicine with three points of poison, it is better to get some pear soup directly, it is not hurtful, it doesn't cost a few dollars, and it is very delicious."

"Even your half-witted level is clearer than them, Chinese medicine, you will be defeated in the hands of these people." The old man sighed.

Yan Murong was depressed, he didn't know whether he should be happy or angry.

This old man, even if you want to compliment me, can you change the word? Your current realm is the fourth needle, and so am I, why did you become a half-level in your mouth?

"Old man, when are you going back?" Yan Murong diverted the topic and asked.

"Go back? Not going back. "There are no outsiders anymore, and the old man's words seem to have increased." After staying for a long time, it's time to come out and move. ”

"Did you hear something? Or did my grandfather tell you something? Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"You don't want me to go down the mountain?" The old man looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Not really." Yan Murong hurriedly waved his hand. "In the past, letting you go down the mountain was like forcing you to sell your kidney, but now that you run down by yourself, I'm just a little curious - hey, by the way, you go down the mountain, what will we do with our house and chickens? Oh, you still have vegetables in your backyard, right? ”

"It's for the Iron Egg." The old man said lightly.

Giving it away?

Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, Tie Dan was the old man's neighbor, a big man in his thirties, five big and three thick and tough, but the people in the mountains were very honest - it's just that Yan Murong was very angry, why did this old man of a ruined family give it away? Forget about those chickens, vegetables, or whatever, the house is actually given away.

Yan Murong was distressed enough - do you know how expensive the housing prices in Yanjing are now? Although our yard is not big, how can we say that there are 300 square meters, right? You actually gave it away like this?

Yan Murong was complaining bitterly in his heart that the old man was a loser, and suddenly realized a problem.

The old man gave away the house and the land, and, just now, he said that he would not go back?

"Old man, you won't go back in the future?" Yan Murong asked.

"I'm not going back." The old man shook his head and said.

So, Yan Murong didn't ask the reason anymore, he knew that this old man wouldn't tell him. But it's okay if he doesn't go back, the old fox of the Zheng family has been hanging for more than half a year, and more than 30 years have passed, even if he goes back to Yanjing, no one will say anything.

"That'll do fine." Yan Murong asked with a smile. "So what do you plan to do in the future? Is it back to Yanjing or is it in Suzhou and Hangzhou? Or go to Hong Kong - or open your own medical clinic, with your medical skills, it is estimated that it will not take long, and it will definitely be famous all over the world. Hehe, with your help, I can make it easier. ”

"Your own business, you do it yourself."

"Damn—" Yan Murong looked depressed. "Old man, you really don't have a backache when you sit and talk, who said that you want to let Chinese medicine rise? Are you good, I'm helping you fulfill your wish now, you're down the mountain now, you can't help me, right? ”

"I have my things to do." The old man said.

"Do what?"

"Open a medical center."

"And then?"

"Make money."

"What about the money?"

"Retirement."

“――”

Yan Murong is sometimes very relieved for the old man, fortunately you are my master, otherwise you will be killed. But then again, I still can't seem to beat him.

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded helplessly, anyway, the old man also plans to open a medical hall, with his medical skills, it is definitely a booming business, and it can be regarded as helping himself in disguise.

After thinking about it, Yan Murong looked at the old man and said. "Is it in Suzhou or Yanjing? Or, Suzhou and Hangzhou, right? ”

"Okay." The old man nodded, but this time he didn't refute - Yan Jing, now is not the time to go back, and he doesn't want to go back.

"Okay, tomorrow we will go out and find a place, and I will pay for it or something." Yan Murong said with a smug smile. "Old man, at that time, you didn't give me money, but now that I am rich, I am so generous to you, please praise me quickly."

"No, you don't." The old man waved his hand. "I have money myself."

"You have money?" Yan Murong was instantly stunned, looked the old man up and down, and asked. "Old man, you confess, did you hide your private money?"

"Nope." The old man was really frank enough and said. "I don't need your money to live, to drive."

"Where are you going?" Yan Murong asked, it's almost ten o'clock, could it be that the old man has been holding back in the mountains for a long time, and wants to enjoy the world of flowers outside?

Well, it's okay, Yan Murong thought obscenely in his heart, this old man looks like a person in his forties and fifties, and he is a doctor himself, and his health is also very good, it is estimated that those little girls will like this type of uncle very much.

"Go to Nanjing." The old man said.

Going to Nanjing? Yan Murong was stunned, could it be that Nanjing's sister is more beautiful than Suzhou and Hangzhou? But since the old man asked, he was embarrassed to refuse.

"Go now?"

"Go now."

"Okay, then I'll go drive."