Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"It's delicious. It's really good. Cheng, go eat outside. These teachers will help you."

Andrew was eating while his eyes were fixed on the food in the lunch box, and he even wanted to eat it all for himself.

Zhou Cheng rolled his eyes at him and started eating faster. Both the master and the disciple were big eaters and finished sixty dumplings in no time. Neither of them was full. Andrew stared at the bag of raw ones with shining eyes.

"This is raw. I'm going out to eat."

Zhou Cheng quickly put the dumplings into the refrigerator and dragged the teacher out to eat. Thirty dumplings were not enough to fill them up.

"When eating dumplings, I want your flavor."

Andrew ate dumplings for the first time today and fell in love with them completely. He decided to find a dumpling restaurant and eat his fill.

Zhou Cheng took him to an old-established dumpling restaurant where he had eaten before and the food was pretty good.

"Cheng, I contacted Duke Astor, and he decided to come to China for treatment. Are you friends with Miss Xia?"

Andrew blinked slyly. He had noticed yesterday that the student had a special relationship with Miss Xia.

"She is my brother's wife, but this is the first time we meet. Hasn't Duke Astor always been against Chinese medicine? He also said that Chinese medicine is evil magic. How could he agree to it?"

Zhou Cheng had dealt with the Duke of Astor, a very stubborn old man who was very opposed to traditional Chinese medicine.

"In the face of death, even the most stubborn people will compromise."

Andrew shrugged his shoulders. Especially the nobles with high status and wealth, who lived a very comfortable life, were more afraid of death than ordinary people.

Zhou Cheng smiled and called his sister-in-law later. The Duke of Astor had too much money to spend, so he had to ask his sister-in-law for more money. Besides, the Duke of Astor had a lot of precious cultural relics that had been lost from China, so it would be great if they could be brought back.

However, he was just making a suggestion. It was Xia Qingqing's freedom to decide how to charge the medical expenses, and he had no right to decide.

After dinner, Zhou Cheng returned to the hospital and called Xia Qingqing.

"Thank you, sister-in-law. The dumplings are delicious."

"You're welcome. As long as Second Brother likes it."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Zhou Cheng mentioned the Duke of Astor. "He is in the advanced stage of colon cancer. He has undergone three operations and has been declared dead by the hospital. Even if he uses the most expensive medicine, he can only live for another six months at most."

"should be no problem."

Xia Qingqing was very confident. Si Jinyi introduced many cancer patients to her. They all got better under her treatment. One of the patients with the most serious condition was given a death sentence by the doctor and was said to live no more than a month. But he is still alive and well.

Zhou Cheng was relieved. He told him about the Duke of Astor, who was a British aristocrat with close ties to European royal families. He also had countless wealth, so rich that he could influence the political situation in Europe.

Hearing that Duke Astor's ancestors were soldiers, Xia Qingqing frowned and asked, "His family was also involved in the burning of Yuanmingyuan, right?"

"Yes, there are still many precious cultural relics in the Duke of Astor's castle. Some were robbed by his great-grandfather, and some were bought from others. I don't know exactly how many there are, but there are definitely quite a few."

Zhou Cheng's tone was very heavy. This period of history is a shame that every Chinese person must remember forever. Even after hundreds or thousands of years, it cannot be forgotten.

If an individual is weak, he will be bullied; if a country is weak, it will be invaded.

He hopes that China will never experience those years of devastated mountains and rivers and flames of war again.

"It's better for the descendants of this kind of robbers to die. However, if this Duke Astor can return all the cultural relics, I can cure him. Second brother, you tell your teacher this. If Astor disagrees, then wait for death!"

Xia Qingqing put forward a condition: with the Eighth Master around, Duke Astor couldn't play any tricks on him, and all the cultural relics in his castle must be returned to him.

"He will agree. In the face of death, he can only compromise!"

Zhou Cheng's tone was firm. Duke Astor was afraid of death and he would definitely agree.

"Thank you, sister-in-law!"

Zhou Cheng thanked her solemnly. He originally wanted to spend more time persuading her, but Xia Qingqing was very understanding and he didn't need to say anything.

"I am also Chinese."

Xia Qingqing smiled. The Duke of Astor gave her some inspiration. Those wealthy people were afraid of death, so this method could be used to get back the cultural relics that had been lost abroad.

I hope God will open his eyes and make the descendants of these robbers suffer from incurable cancer.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Qingqing packed up and prepared to go to the stationery store to buy painting paints and pens for Xiaoyu.

The Eighth Master is back and brings the latest news from the Zhao family.

Miss Zhao discovered the affair between Jiang Zhitong and Ajian. She wanted to divorce, but both the Jiang and Zhao families disagreed.

The Jiang family was afraid that the Zhao family would gossip outside, while the Zhao family had feudal ideas and felt that divorce was shameful. The men from both families had already reached an agreement and did not take Miss Zhao's feelings into consideration at all.

Xia Qingqing felt very sympathetic towards Miss Zhao, but she couldn't help either. In this kind of situation, she had to be tough on her own.

Speak of the devil and he will appear. Miss Zhao is here, and this time she comes alone.

She looked much more haggard than last time, but her expression became resolute, as if she had made some kind of decision.

"Doctor Xia, are you going out?"

Miss Zhao saw Xia Qingqing's outfit and felt a little uneasy. It seemed that she had come at a wrong time.

"It's not important for me to go out."

Xia Qingqing smiled, took her to the study, asked A Lian to make tea, and brought a plate of snacks.

"Doctor Xia, I... I really can't make up my mind, so I come to bother you. I don't dare to look for anyone else. Only here with you can I speak the truth."

After Miss Zhao sat down, she said this very sincerely.

"Thank you for your trust. Are you having any difficulties?" Xia Qingqing asked gently.

Miss Zhao forced a smile and said, "Doctor Xia, you should have guessed it that day, right? My husband likes Ajian. They have been together for more than ten years. I am the third party."

"No, you are a victim. You were deceived into marriage. It's true that your husband likes Ajian, but he shouldn't have deceived you into marriage. After marriage, you were forced to have a baby. He knew the reason, but he didn't help you explain. He is an extremely selfish man."

Xia Qingqing made no secret of her dislike for Jiang Zhitong.

It is a personal freedom to like whomever you want, as long as innocent people are not harmed. Jiang Zhitong does not want to give up love, but also wants to have a decent marriage to cover himself. He also has such a disgusting method of having sex with his wife. He is extremely shameless and selfish.

Miss Zhao suddenly burst into tears. She covered her face and cried silently. This was the first time she heard someone defending her.

Her father scolded her for being incompetent and letting her husband be snatched away by a vixen. She couldn't even win over a man and was a coward. He also didn't allow her to divorce, saying that a daughter of the Zhao family who got married could only die and could never get divorced.

The mother could only cry and whine about her miserable life, and she could do nothing else.

Jiang Zhitong said arrogantly that if it weren't for Ajian, he would never marry a woman like her who came from a humble family, had an ordinary appearance and was dull, and let her be Mrs. Jiang obediently. It would be respectable for both of them. If he continued to make trouble, it would not be good for her.

No one could help her, so she seemed to have no choice but to compromise and continue to be a respectable Mrs. Jiang.

But she really didn't want to. It was too disgusting. She couldn't stay in that house for even a minute. When she saw Jiang Zhitong, she would think of the disgusting scene of this man and Ajian together, and she wanted to vomit.

Miss Zhao cried for a while, and her heart became clearer. She heard Xia Qingqing ask, "Do you want a divorce?"