"Cousin, you have changed, you used to be soft-spoken and caring, and you never said a word to me."

Yang Jiao looked at the bright colors that showed an aggrieved expression, as if he was indifferent:

"I've always hated stupid and unmotivated people, do you know why I told you these things before? Just because you're my sister.

"This short flute has obviously turned into a mortal thing, but there is a layer of unknown prohibition, you don't think it's strange, but say that I have changed."

"Life in the world, the so-called love, is just a passing cloud, only strength can make people feel real, when will you really grow up, understand that love is not a necessity."

His eyes were deep, and he said lightly:

"When you keep crying and 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, I think you will also grow up."

Yancai suddenly heard it, and her mood became more and more complicated, for hundreds of years, she didn't feel the heart of the person next to her.

However, she really only treated him as her own brother, but now she was first said to treat her as a sister.

For a while, he was speechless.

I couldn't help but feel that my words were robbed, and when I saw that what my cousin said was so conclusive, I was also suspicious in my heart.

Suddenly, Yang Jiao continued with no other meaning:

"It's because you're my sister that I can tell you so much, and I can't bear to let you fall for the calculation."

When he said the word sister, he accented, and in an instant, he flicked his fingers again, and a trace of light merged into the center of the colorful eyebrows, and he fainted.

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

"If you're not her, then I wonder if it's nightshade? Let me help you, forget the so-called love, and focus on the path. ”

Five days later.

Caiyunzhuang sounded a gritted tooth and angry voice:

"Hualong, you are so ruthless, this is how you treat your dear sister, a thousand three hundred and fifty-four lives, if you don't beat you today, I will never give up."

Then the two figures flew away one after the other.

After a short time, Yang Jiaoyun walked lightly on the market well of Fu'an County, and after walking for a long time, he saw a long queue outside a medical hall called Yongkang Hall.

And most of them looked at the able-bodied young man, and immediately three more young men came.

In broad daylight, he actually began to harm himself, and each one was more ruthless than the other.

It can only be said that once the love of beauty and a man's desire to win or lose are aroused, he is directly willing to give up his life.

One of them cut a bloody wound in the palm of his hand with a knife, and the other, not to be outdone, bit the wooden block, forced it against the wall, and kicked his toe off.

The last one even hit his head against the wall, a posture that even if he knocked himself to death, he would win over them, until the flesh and blood of the collision were blurred, and the head broke and the blood flowed triumphantly stopped.

Yang Jiao couldn't stop laughing, and said secretly:

"Sure enough, licking dogs is everywhere."

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

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

His eyes flowed, and he couldn't help but recall He Xiangu, who traveled to the world with a heart for the world, ambition, and not a virgin, open-minded, generous and free, and frank and decisive in his work, and a trace of curiosity instantly rose in his heart.

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

Half an hour later, he finally walked into Yongkang Hall.

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

Yang Jiao raised his eyes and looked at a slightly simple woman, this was a woman who was not very stunning at first glance.

Compared with He Xiangu who traveled to the world, in terms of appearance alone, it is far inferior.

But it always gives people a feeling of beauty the more they look at it, especially the whole body also exudes a benevolent and gentle temperament, so that it attracts more attention and is close.

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

"Why are you again, haven't you been here yesterday?"

The man listened to He Caiyun's question, his straight eyes suddenly came back to his senses, and he stretched out his injured hand with a smile:

"I have a cut on my hand, and I asked Dr. He to take a look at it for me."

He Xiaoyun stretched out his hand to look at the wound in his palm, and said in surprise:

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

The man came with a lie:

"I accidentally injured my other hand while working."

He Xiaoyun's fine eyebrows frowned slightly:

"You are obviously a master, how can you teach and make your hands like this one after another?"

After speaking, without waiting for the man to explain, Han Xiangzi seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and quickly walked in:

"Of course not, not only him, but also other people, who do not hesitate to harm themselves, just want to win your sympathy and get in touch with you up close."

After hearing this, the man instinctively retracted his hand, and then got up to retort:

"Nonsense."

Han Xiangzi immediately pointed:

"You, you, and you, I've seen them all before, whether you have hand injuries, foot injuries, or head injuries, all of them were injured by yourself outside Yongkang Hall."

When he said this, his face was awe-inspiring:

"I tell you, Yongkang Hall is a place to save lives and help the wounded, not for boring people like you to come here for recreation."

"You'd better get out quickly, and don't get in the way of patients who really need to see a doctor."

As soon as these words came out, they denied it one after another:

"Which eye do you see?"

"yes, you don't want to spew blood."

"You're slandering."

Han Xiangzi replied loudly:

"I'm not talking nonsense, I just saw it, and the injuries on your body were self-inflicted on the outside."

He Xiaoyun saw that they ignored the many patients here, and directly quarreled, and immediately spoke up:

"Alright, don't argue."

As soon as these words came out, Han Xiangzi shouted violently:

"Stop arguing."

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

"You come on."

He Xiaoyun got up, walked to Han Xiangzi's side, and first said to the self-harm trio in an affirmative tone:

"He is right, Yongkang dine-in is a place to save lives and help the wounded."

She changed her words:

"But no matter why you are injured now, I will heal you, but I hope that in the future, you will never harm yourself again, and it is only right that you will see those patients who are really in need."

The self-harm trio was told guilty and immediately nodded in agreement.

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

"And you, I saw you outside Yongkang Hall earlier, aren't you a strong martial artist, you haven't seen you for a few days, how can you be reduced to the point of seeing a doctor."

"And, I see that your face is ruddy, and there is no trace of external injuries on your body, so you are also pretending to be sick."

Yang Jiao said lukewarmly:

"Your Excellency is supposed to be a musician, how did you suddenly become a doctor, and you are also a doctor with excellent medical skills, and you can diagnose at a glance whether I am sick or not."

"Doctor He, are you just looking at a layman like this, pointing fingers at Yongkang Hall."

(End of chapter)