Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Xiaohua didn't move obediently.

But black lumps continued to fall from her nose, and the old lady was so anxious that she almost cried.

"Don't worry, old man, I'm just taking out the old blood clots in her head."

Hearing Su Chen's explanation, the old lady was stunned, and her helplessness and confusion gradually dissipated, replaced by expectation.

She picked up the black lump tremblingly.

"These, these are the old blood clots in Xiaohua's head?"

"Is it the bleeding from the time when she was hit when she was a child?"

Su Chen didn't answer.

But the old lady nodded subconsciously: "It must be, I said at that time that I wanted to send Xiaohua to a big hospital for treatment, but they were reluctant to go because they were sorry for the money. My poor Xiaohua."

She howled twice, but continued to wipe Xiaohua's nose.

The lumps became smaller and smaller, and finally there was blood and flesh mixed with black fragments. The blurred small lumps were carefully wiped away by the old lady with a handkerchief, and Su Chen injected some strength into Xiaohua's head.

Yu Lingling was curious: "Master, is this all? Is it cured?"

Su Chen shook his head: "It's just to let her brain continue to develop. It will take a few more times."

"I thought, if it was that simple, Grandma Xu would have taken Xiaohua to treatment long ago."

"Don't look at her thrifty food and clothing, she is actually quite rich. Master, do you want me to secretly tell you where Grandma Xu hides her money?"

Su Chen glanced at her.

Yu Lingling chuckled: "It's just a joke, Master, don't be so serious."

Su Chen drank a sip of water and saw the old lady staring at Xiaohua, who blinked blankly.

"Old man, today's treatment is over, you can let Xiaohua learn some basic skills, such as washing and sweeping the floor."

The old lady was stunned: "Xiaohua... can she learn it?"

She has been teaching for so many years without getting tired of it, and Xiaohua has only learned to use chopsticks to eat, and she is very uncoordinated and often drops her chopsticks.

Thinking of the old lady, she remembered that she hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so she hurried in and brought a bowl of noodles for Xiaohua to eat by herself.

Seeing her pick up the noodles steadily with chopsticks and suck them into her mouth, the old lady urged her to continue in disbelief.

After eating most of the bowl of noodles, without a single noodle falling out of the bowl, the old lady covered her mouth, her eyes full of tears.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohua, you are really well."

"Hurry up and eat the noodles, eat a bowl of noodles, grandma will teach you how to wash your hair and take a bath."

Talking about taking a bath, Su Chen stood up and said goodbye to the old lady: "Old man, you take your time to teach, I will come again in two days."

"Hey, hey, okay."

The old lady seemed to remember something, asked Su Chen to wait for a while, went into the room next to her, and quickly took out a bag of cakes.

"Thank you, thank you, little... master."

Su Chen did not refuse, took the cakes and smiled at the old lady, and walked out.

The old lady pulled Xiaohua to see him off, and when they reached the curb, Su Chen waved to them and stepped into the Nanmen Old Street in the thick fog.

As soon as he came out of the ghost road, he saw Song Shishi boiling herbs bit by bit.

He sniffed it: "Blood tonic?"

Song Shishi was startled, and found that it was him. She nodded dejectedly and yawned again.

"It can't be for myself, right?"

Then he sighed and waved his hand: "Don't mention it, I was happily off work, and I smelled blood as soon as I turned my head. I almost thought I met a gangster."

Su Chen understood: "Brother Kun was injured, and it's not a big deal to be able to pick you up."

"Humph, it's easy to say, such a big wound, more than 20 stitches!"

"Really, I just got the money, and I spent it before I even warmed it up."

Song Shishi glanced at Su Chen's pants.

Su Chen: "???"

Song Shishi coughed lightly: "Well, when I picked the medicine, I also picked two pairs of pants for you, how about that?"

"You're trying to please me?"

"Hehe," Song Shishi bowed: "So Taoist Su, for my sincerity, can you draw a few amulets for me? By the way, cough cough cough, help Brother Kun treat his injury, he's really in pain."

Su Chen: "..."

He sighed, took out two amulets and handed them to her: "Where are the people?"

"In the room, this way, this way..."

Song Shishi jumped up and led Su Chen into one of the rooms.

She just patted Zhao Yukun twice and immediately realized something was wrong: "Brother Kun, Brother Kun, do you have a fever?"

But no matter how she shook him, Zhao Yukun didn't wake up.

Song Shishi was anxious: "Master Su, help me, I want to take Brother Kun to the health center."

Su Chen's eyes fell on Zhao Yukun's abdomen, and the wound was lingering with strands of evil spirits.

With this evil spirit, even if the wound is sutured well, it will not heal well.

He gathered the evil spirit with his fingers and injected some power into the wound.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Song Shishi sniffed: "Are you sure?"

Su Chen glanced at her helplessly.

"Where are the pants?"

"Oh, here, I'll get them for you."

The two pants Song Shishi bought were both regular styles. Su Chen gestured and found that they fit well.

"I took them away. When he wakes up, let him find me."

Song Shishi touched Zhao Yukun's forehead again. Not noticing the temperature change, she put her forehead against it again.

Su Chen: "..."

It's too much to watch!

Turning around, Xiao Liu'er was also covering her eyes at the door.

But her fingers were open, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

"Little girl, it's not suitable for children. Let's go and polish shoes."

Su Chen threw the package of cakes to her.

Xiao Liuer caught it in a hurry and smelled it: "It smells so good."

She peeled off the outermost layer of paper and looked carefully at the words on it.

"Miancha cake?"

"Master Su, is this a cake that only Cuicheng has? I haven't heard of it before."

Su Chen turned around and took a piece from it.

Xiao Liuer followed Su Chen into the teahouse, and the cake in her hand was immediately taken away by Lao Song.

"What's delicious? Miancha cake? What is this?"

"Master Su gave it to me."

"Cuicheng specialty? Cakes specially for drinking tea?" Lao Song looked at Su Chen.

Su Chen shook his head: "I don't know, someone gave it to me, you can try it."

He peeled off the wrapping paper of the piece in his hand and took a bite.

The taste was a bit strange, but not bad.

He walked to the door and found that the tables and chairs were gone. He looked outside and saw that they were neatly arranged. He nodded to the old men sitting in the teahouse and then went out.

As soon as he left, Ge Pingan started to shout.

"Old Song, everyone who sees it gets a share!"

He took the lead, and the others followed suit.

"Yes, yes, yes, we haven't eaten this cake before, hurry up and give me a piece."

Old Song blew his beard and glared: "One piece, Old Zheng, you are really bold, this is only 8 yuan, okay?"

"Xiao Liu'er, bring a kitchen knife, cut one piece into four small pieces."

"Old Song, you stingy ghost!"

"That's right, you are so stingy, no wonder your teahouse business has always been bad, you have to be generous as a boss, don't you understand?"

"If you understand, why don't you be a boss? Go away, don't think about taking the remaining cakes." Old Song hugged the things tightly, "Master Su gave it to me, I have to leave some for others to taste."

Su Chen shook his head and ate the cake in two or three bites. Just as he was about to take out the yellow paper cinnabar, a burst of firecrackers rang out at the end of the street.

While he was stunned, the woman from yesterday came with Xiao Xiang Qiqi.

The man behind them set off a string of firecrackers every few steps, holding a silk banner in his hand.

He walked to the stall and set off a final firecracker before unfolding the silk banner.

There were eight big characters on it: "A brilliant man, a living god."

The woman over there gratefully presented a big red envelope.