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"Come on, continue to see the doctor. After all the fuss just now, uncle's heart seems to be less uncomfortable, hahaha..."

Seeing that the conflict ended like this, Yin Duanwu waved to Fang Mo without any wavering in his expression, then turned around with a smile and walked into the courtyard of the Chinese Medical Hall.

The surrounding melon-eaters who didn't know the truth also continued to line up at the gate in an orderly manner under Qiao Ziqian's arrangement.

No one noticed that it was not far away from the entrance of Nan Pharmacy.

Yang Tianci frowned at this scene, and finally suppressed the thought of talking in his heart.

The crowd queuing up was slightly different from yesterday, that is, the people from Sakurajima were missing.

In fact, these Sakurajima people claim that the cultural invasion has integrated well among the Chinese people, but the accent of the Sakurajima people when they speak cannot be deceived.

Huayitang has persisted in their beliefs despite the capital, and has been riddled with cracks for so many years. Doctor Yang's powers of observation are far beyond Fang Mo's imagination.

What's more, Yang Tianci, who ranks first among the four great medical masters in Huayi Hall.

What Fang Mo can do, Divine Doctor Yang can do as well.

Fang Mo could see the patient's energy and symptoms at a glance through the jade pendant with Zen medical skills. Naturally, Yang Tianci could also judge the symptoms of each patient in the crowd at a glance.

This is why the day before yesterday when the two of them met for the first time, Doctor Yang could see Jin Xiyu's condition at a glance, and also instantly judged what kind of acupuncture method Fang Mo would use.

The masters behind today's conflict are probably the same as those Sakurajima people who pretended to be patients yesterday.

Yang Tianci knew the identity of the other party, but he didn't know what the guy's purpose was for targeting Huayitang.

Seeking skin from a tiger, is he really not worried that once Sakurajima completes the cultural invasion, it will erode their original interests?

Thinking of this, Divine Doctor Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Those Sakurajima people pretended to be patients to sneak into the team yesterday, and they may have other wishful thinking. However, it may be that the decision-makers behind them suddenly changed their plans, and today it was replaced by this flying dragon that would jump out and cause trouble.

I just don’t know if there will be troubles that will follow after this Feilong meeting.

However, Yang Tian bestows people with old age, and he has a premonition.

These changes are probably related to Yin Duanwu to some extent.

The masters behind the Sakurajima people couldn't afford to offend the chairman of the Komasa Steel Works, otherwise they wouldn't be without a fight. They wouldn't use their own people from Mingyue Group, nor send Sakurajima people, nor use any of their own soldiers. , instead, he pushed out the Feilonghui as a spear user.

However, the current Chinese Medical Hall is not without its backers.

At least if today's incident spreads, the outside world will understand that there is a giant Buddha named Yin Duanwu behind Hua Medical Hall.

I just don’t know whether this is a benefit or a disadvantage in the long run.

Yang Tianci changed his mind a lot, but he didn't say anything and walked back to the room silently.

……

On the other side, in the hotel, Ning Yuelan saw the messages on her phone after getting up. Several of them were sent by her husband Fang Mo. After she gave him medicine last night, she asked Fang Mo to take pictures of herself when she went out during the day. Take a photo.

See how well the blisters heal.

Fang Mo responded to Ning Yuelan's request and obediently took a few photos for her.

He is young and has strong recovery ability. There were some blisters that swollen last night, but now they are basically scabbed and there is no skin rupture.

Ning Yuelan curled her red lips and replied to him, 'You have to be careful not to remove the scabs, otherwise it will sting if the sweat gets in.'

The next moment, I looked through the text messages again, and several of them were sent by Teacher Han.

It was said that he was invited to attend the speeches of the new round of seed contestants of the Tianjiao Project. Ning Yuelan frowned and replied coldly, "No time."

Since arriving in Hong Kong City, she also felt that something was wrong with Teacher Han.

That guy was a little too enthusiastic!

Especially some of his actions last night when Fang Mo was present, it seemed like he was trying to get jealous.

Although it was not so obvious when he was present.

But after all, Ning Yuelan is also an intellectually mature lady who is about to enter her 30s, and she has a relaxed sense of propriety between the opposite sex.

She kept herself to herself for the first half of her life. Over the years, she had been involved in various vanity fairs in the Jiangcheng business district, visited various high-end places, and met all kinds of people, but there was no scandal.

Naturally, she knows what purpose certain members of the opposite sex have in approaching her, so she never gives those members of the opposite sex with ulterior motives any chance to approach her.

Teacher Han is still unique in being purposeful when approaching him, and is not as strong as he appears to be.

But that's all. When I was in country H, maybe it was because Teacher Han had the idea of ​​boiling frogs in warm water, so he didn't have a sense of crisis.

But this reunion may no longer be able to suppress the emotions in my heart, and there will always be some ambiguous signals revealed.

Ning Yuelan originally wanted Teacher Han to help her with a favor, but now that she thought about it, she might as well forget it.

Rejecting Teacher Han's invitation, Ning Yuelan leaned on the bed and flipped through other unread messages.

The next moment, she actually saw the news that her mother-in-law had called her to eat at the restaurant downstairs two hours ago.

She was a little surprised when she saw this news.

Didn't Fang Jiuran always dislike the food here in Hong Kong City?

Fang Jiuran mentioned it to Ning Yuelan that night when the two talked all night long.

She is not used to eating some of the local snacks in Hong Kong City.

Although Jiangcheng and Gangcheng both belong to the south, Jiangcheng is closer to the upper bank of the Yellow River, while Gangcheng is closer to the lower bank.

If you insist on speaking, some eating habits in traditional cuisine do have certain differences between the two regions.

At least there are no fist-sized lion heads or ketchup-filled noodles in Jiangcheng.

Fortunately, the Guanzhong area has almost one cuisine per region.

At least the taste gap between the cuisines of neighboring provinces won’t be that big, but it’s different in the south.

Each province has its own special cuisine and style, so it's normal for Fang Jiuran not to be used to Hong Kong food.

"Mom, are you still in the restaurant? I just woke up..."

Thinking of this, Ning Yuelan edited a text message to Fang Jiuran.

However, the middle-aged woman Fang Jiuran did not reply to her. After thinking about it, she was still a little worried, so she got up neatly, brushed her teeth, washed downstairs, and hurried towards the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel.

The second floor of this hotel is the canteen, which provides dining services to staying guests.

On the other side, in the cafeteria on the second floor of the hotel.

Standing in front of the middle-aged woman Fang Jiuran were several burly men, each wearing a suit and with a burly and imposing figure.

Fang Jiuran's face turned slightly pale, and he was shocked by these people, but thinking that they had just spilled the soup he had made for his wife, anger slowly burned in his heart again.

"What are you going to do? Are you trying to bully someone in broad daylight? It was that little girl who didn't look at the road and was unreasonable and spilled my soup. What are you thinking about now?"

Opposite Fang Jiuran, surrounded by several bodyguards, was a girl in a dress.

The woman is about 1.7 meters tall, dressed luxuriously, and wears a pair of Valentino high-heeled shoes that are worth a lot of money.

However, the girl's face looked a little unsightly at the moment. Her small face was full of sullenness, and she stared at Fang Jiuran without any hesitation.

"funny!"

The next moment, the girl gave a cold shout;

"Auntie, do you know how much the skirt I'm wearing costs?"

"You made me covered in bad-smelling soup. There is no way to wash my skirt, and dry cleaning can't remove the stain you made!"

"No matter how expensive it is, it's not my responsibility! Didn't you bump into me yourself?"

Fang Jiuran was also extremely angry, his chest heaving crazily.

She also had a hot temper when she was young, but as time went by, under the tolerance and doting of her husband and son, Fang Jiuran developed a rambunctious temperament.

On the contrary, he became less timid in front of outsiders.

Even so, Fang Jiuran was still very aggrieved.

Just now, I borrowed the hotel kitchen to make soup for Ning Yuelan. Restaurants here are not allowed to lend out the kitchen to guests during dining hours.

Fang Jiuran could only stand in the steaming kitchen like a steamer with a casserole and the pigeon meat he bought. He finally waited until after dinner before he had the opportunity to borrow their kitchen.

But there is not much time.

So after she made the pigeon soup, seeing that Ning Yuelan had not replied to her message, she thought about it and decided to cook the hot soup in person and send it to her child.

Who knew that as soon as he entered the restaurant door, he bumped into this young girl.

The other party looked like he was worth a lot of money, but his eyes seemed to be in the sky.

Fang Jiuran had tried his best to avoid them, but who knew that the girl would eventually bump into him in order to avoid them.

During this process, Fang Jiuran accidentally got a blister from the hot casserole filled with pigeon meat.

But even so, she still couldn't avoid him.

This pot of pigeon soup was spilled on the ground, and Fang Jiuran's heart almost broke.

This is the soup that I borrowed the kitchen to cook for Ning Yuelan after waiting for two hours!

She thought she was unlucky enough, but she didn't know that the pigeon soup also damaged the skirt of the girl opposite, and the other girl held her hand and refused to let her go.

"You feel sorry for your skirt, and I feel sorry for my pot of pigeon soup. It was obviously you who bumped into me, why did you file the complaint first?"

Fang Jiuran looked at the pigeon meat on the ground and felt extremely sad.

This pot of pigeon meat costs a lot of money!

"Talk back?"

The next moment, the girl looked at Fang Jiuran muttering and complaining about herself, and her eyes widened with rage;

"You can't even buy this dress after I sell it. Don't you have eyes when you walk? Just tell me how to deal with this matter!"

"How to deal with what?"

Fang Jiuran was taken aback.

The girl opposite is aggressive;

"What? You don't think I would choose to settle the matter just because you are so poor and can't afford to pay, right?"

"I'm telling you, don't even think about it. It's just that many rich people are too talkative, so they've gotten used to you unruly people and don't even know how to respect them."

"My lady's skirt costs more than 20 yuan. You can either lose money or..."

The girl looked Fang Jiuran up and down and smiled coldly.

"Just go to work in our nightclub to pay off your debts. You're an old lady and you still have some good looks. I guess the 50- or [-]-year-old uncle likes your type the most."

To be honest, Fang Jiuran couldn't tell from her appearance that she was a Benwu woman.

She looks like a mature woman in her 30s or [-]s.

She couldn't even find a single white hair on her black hair. In addition, her family's genes were really strong, and Fang Jiuran was also stunning when she was young.

If you go to any university, you can become a campus beauty.

Nowadays, the charm is still there, which indirectly proves that her husband is quite tolerant of her.

Sometimes when shopping with Lao Fang, people would often tease her and Fang Chen that they were more like brother and sister than a couple, and Lao Fang seemed like Fang Jiuran's brother.

But what this girl said was a bit too insulting.

Fang Jiuran's expression turned gloomy.

I am a mother and my sons are all married.

Being humiliated like this in front of everyone, she almost instantly burst into anger.

"Little girl, are you a little too aggressive?"

"Isn't it just a skirt? Besides, you bumped into me. If you really want to talk about responsibility, you bear the main responsibility. Why should I pay you compensation?"

When the girl heard this, she even smiled instead of being angry;

"Reason with me?"

"Do you know who owns this hotel?"

"Since you don't want to lose money, let's detain him first and send him directly to work at the Brilliant Nightclub. Let the foreman train him for two days and he will become sensible."

After saying this, she wanted to leave proudly.

Several bodyguards were gearing up and approaching Fang Jiuran with grins and sneers.

To be honest, half-aged ladies like Fang Jiuran are really attractive to older men like them.

Although I can't do anything to her, I can still have physical contact with her.

Thinking of this, the bodyguards became excited.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Fang Jiuran saw that he was surrounded by people, and he was completely panicked.

She took out her mobile phone and was about to call Lao Fang and her son, but a bodyguard quickly jumped in and snatched her mobile phone away.

"Hmph! You ruined our Miss Dong's clothes and you want to call the police?"

Fang Jiuran hurriedly tried to grab the phone. He was so angry that he was pushed and pushed. He grabbed the arm of the security guard who grabbed the phone and bit it down.

hiss!

This time, Fang Jiuran used all his strength.

The moment the bodyguard was in pain, he couldn't care less about her, and immediately kicked her out.

"Bitch!"

boom--

Fang Jiuran bumped into a chair and grinned in pain.

After scolding him, the security guard was about to pull up Fang Jiuran's hair and continue to exert force.

Who knew that a cold voice suddenly sounded not far behind him.

"stop!"