Chapter 33: Master

Su Anning continued, "In this way, you don't have to bring food to your master every day, why don't you take the opportunity to ask him, maybe he will agree." ”

This is also the reason why Su Anning came in the morning, and the monks pay attention to the retreat and do not eat for lunch.

Juechen felt that it was not feasible, "My master is in a state of forbidden speech, if I disturb his cultivation with these mundane things, he will not be able to drive me out of the master when I turn around?" ”

Su Anning suddenly stepped forward and put his hand on Jiechen's wrist, Jiechen was stunned for a moment, and then quickly retracted and wrapped his hands around his chest.

"I'm a monk."

Looking at Jue Chen, he said, 'This isn't a hooligan, is it?' Su Anning's expression was really indescribable.

"You don't seem to be in good shape."

"Ahh Only then did it dawn on him, "Do you still know how to take the pulse?" I do have congenital heart disease, but Master said that although I will live a more difficult life than others, I will not die so easily if there is no major accident. ”

The optimism of the dust is quite bearish to the mood of the red dust.

Su Anning still wanted to give it a try, "Since your master can endure the hardships of cultivation, he shouldn't be attached to this kind of thing outside his body." ”

Jedi Chen: I feel like I'm about to be convinced.

Seeing that Jiechen seemed to be a little loose, Su An Ning chased after him: "Why don't you just help me hand me a note, if your master minds, it won't affect him if he doesn't care, but if he doesn't mind, maybe he will give you some instructions?" ”

Su Anning looked sincere, and her attitude was sincere, and she was not aggressive, it was really difficult for people to refuse, and Juechen thought about it and agreed.

"I can promise to help you put the note on the tray and send it in, but the result is not guaranteed. If Master doesn't respond, you don't ask about it anymore, okay? ”

Su Anning nodded, picked up the pen and wrote down six words, and then gently folded it in half.

Jiechen didn't look at it, and shook the rattle, which was to remind him that his master was going to deliver food, and it was also a safety device in case of accidents.

Jiechen went into the kitchen of the inner room to get the food, pressed the note under the bowl, and went to the backyard.

……

After Su Anning put away the dishes and chopsticks, he waited for more than an hour.

"I don't think you'll have to wait." Juechen felt that his master hadn't responded, so there should be no hope.

Su Anning looked at the untouched note on the table and groped twice, could she guess wrong?

"Master?!" Jiechen's surprised voice sounded, "Why did you come out?" ”

Su Anning looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a very kind face, dressed in a Mao suit, unshaved, looking like a Jee Chen, not like a monk at all.

She was also a little surprised, she thought it would be good if he could give a reply, but she didn't expect to come out in person.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly at Su Anning, and Su Anning quickly stood up and saluted back.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. This young lady, can you take a step to speak? The middle-aged man's eyes swept to the note placed on the table, and then ordered Jiechen to guard the door, and took Su Anning to the reception room in the inner room.

Su Anning wrote six words: Illness can be cured, ask for walnuts.

In fact, if congenital heart disease is detected in early childhood, the cure rate is still very high.

But Jiechen was a child picked up by his master, and at the beginning, he thought that this child was weaker than a normal child, until a recent fainting of his son, only to find out that it was congenital heart disease.

Because he missed the best treatment period, his condition deteriorated and he could no longer have radical surgery.

However, it can still be maintained with medicine now, but the doctor said that Juechen's condition is more complicated than ordinary people, and it is a miracle that he can live so long.