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Chapter 285 Deliberately

Chapter 285 of the Little Divine Doctor of Jiuling Space Text Chapter Deliberately An Xia finally moved into the Anjiaye House. When she heard An Xia say that she was a little confused, why did her grandmother give her to others after her mother passed away, and the old man Cheng Dezhong was also silent.

The old man always said good things and bad things, and did not persuade them to be divided. What's more, seeing the persistence in An Xia's eyes and the sadness in her eyes before, Mr. Cheng could feel the smile on An Xia's face as a forced smile. This love between grandparents and grandchildren finally revealed its true colors because of the previous rift.

"If you want to go, don't forget that the Cheng family is also your home. Grandpa welcomes you back whenever he or she."

An Xia nodded, kissed Xiaomei, and moved into Anjiaye's house with her suitcase, and lived in Andingkai's house. Andingkai moved out to sleep in the hall.

The happiest one is Zhou Cuilan. After An Xia left that day, she woke up for a long time and took the plaster to find the village chief. The village chief heard that this was the plaster that Zhou Cuilan had to take out in the morning and afternoon, and her eyes flashed.

These days he made the sparrow stare at An Xia every day, and that day or the past few days An Xia had never left Shanpo Village. He only went to the town a few days ago and went to find Zheng Butcher. Then Zheng Butcher was arrested by the police station. The village chief knew these things clearly.

Others may think that the butcher Zheng was arrested by the police. Only the village chief smelled a different problem from what the sparrow said. An Xia found the butcher Zheng, and then Zheng, was arrested in a short while. It was not the police reported by An Xia. He couldn't figure out what happened here, but this made him less afraid to be tough on An Xia.

When the village chief thought that the guess in his heart might be true, he couldn't help but feel excited. If the old Chinese doctor was actually An Xia himself, An Xia lived in Zhou Cuilan's house now, it would mean more opportunities. Even if he couldn't get close to An Xia and wanted to come up with a secret recipe, maybe he could find the prescription from her items.

The village chief repeatedly reminded Zhou Cuilan to treat An Xia well. Zhou Cuilan was unwilling to do so. She had been enduring these days for a long time and suffered a lot of grievances. She could not be intimate with the village chief every day, and she had to guard the idiot's family business.

The village chief comforted Zhou Cuilan and gave her a lot of money, asking her not to sting when eating and drinking, and to buy more delicious food. As the saying goes, "People's hands are short and their mouths are short." Maybe this relationship will gradually get closer.

Zhou Cuilan then left happily. The village chief held the ointment in his hand and sniffed it carefully. It was the same as last time, and the ointment was very soft and looked very fresh. The more he determined that the old Chinese doctor An Xia mentioned was herself, and the ointment was made by her now.

If An Xia was an old Chinese doctor, many things could be explained more smoothly. Why did An Xia always go to Cheng's house after Xiaomei was burned and said that she was giving medicine. Now that I think about it, the old Chinese doctor can't see the patient, so how can I diagnose it? An Xia is under the banner of the old Chinese doctor and practices medicine by herself.

There is also Zhang Laibao. His hepatitis C has been cured. After all, this kid has made a lot of publicity in the village and has also received the hospital's examination report. This is also An Xia's credit, and this ointment for treating back pain. I didn't expect it to be so useful. Through this, I have established a relationship with my superiors. He really didn't expect that just a ointment could bring him such great benefits.

If Hu Hanqiao could get An Xia's help, he shook his head. This was impossible. The more he came into contact with him, the more he became more afraid of An Xia. An eighteen-year-old girl sometimes has a complexity that is hard to see through.

"Forget it, as long as you can get the secret recipe for scalding, you will be able to achieve it in the second half of your life. You should not be too greedy in life." Hu Hanqiao comforted himself.

An Xia lived in An Jiaye's home, and Zhou Cuilan was particularly attentive to her. She gave her a piece of watermelon, a bowl of mung bean soup, and a boiled edamame to bring in.

How could An Xia not see that Zhou Cuilan was observing herself. She took out a medical book from the space and saw the surprise in Zhou Cuilan's eyes.

"An Xia, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, a Chinese medicine book, this book is called "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". It was lent to me by the old Chinese medicine doctor. I will read it if I have nothing to do."

"It's great. You can meet such a powerful person. Then you can eat and drink first. It's tiring to read books. I'll stew fish for you later at noon."

"Auntie Four, I'll cook lunch. I'll leave in a few days. Before leaving, I'll cook for a few days, so that you can also try my skills."

When Zhou Cuilan heard this, she couldn't help but feel happy. It was hot in Wuhan, who would want to cook? She went into the small kitchen and was not ventilated. She cooked a few dishes, and she felt like she was sucked up from the water, all of which were sweating. She didn't want to do it anymore, and she was patient.

"This is not good. You are leaving, and you can't let you work. You just rest well at home and don't have to do anything."

"It's okay, I'll come at noon, and you'll come tonight."

An Xia did this to give Zhou Cuilan a chance, a chance to enter her room. She just found that as soon as Zhou Cuilan came in, her eyes were sweeping around the table. It seemed that the broken paper with a few Chinese medicines last time had taken effect. The village chief should have found something on the paper. She wrote several more prescriptions, but none of them were complete, and then kneaded them all and threw them all over the trash can.

Just wait for Zhou Cuilan to take the bait. If there is less stuff in her trash can after cooking, then she can confirm her guess.

At noon, An Xia made a tiger skin chili pepper, fried eggs with scallions, bacon and cabbage, and mixed it with bean sprouts and vermicelli. The four dishes were spicy, sour, and meaty, and the rice was served.

Zhou Cuilan secretly closed the door of the room while An Xia was cooking, flowing into An Xia's room, searching around, and then glanced at the things on the table and saw clearly. Suddenly, she saw something pressing under the pillow. After pulling it out, she saw it. It was also a medical book called "Qianjin Prescription".

While she was flipping through things, she also had to pay attention to the movements outside. After turning over for more than ten seconds, she was frightened and always felt that there was no movement outside. She hurriedly ran out and called the door of the house. She saw An Xia still busy in the kitchen.

Then she turned back, closed the door of the room again, and hid in Anxia's room. She wanted to go through Anxia's big suitcase, but when she saw a lock, she had to give up. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly saw a lot of rubbed waste paper in the trash can, and it was torn apart. She quickly picked up a piece, opened it and saw that there was a name for the medicine on it, and hurriedly put it in her pocket and went out.

"Fourth Aunt?Fourth Aunt?"

An Xia shouted intentionally twice, and saw that there was no movement in the room. After waiting for more than ten seconds, she ran to open the door of the room. Zhou Cuilan had just come out of An Xia's room and was shocked and felt that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

"Aunt Four? I've called you for a long time."

"Ah? What's wrong?" Zhou Cuilan's heart was thumping. Did An Xia see it? She quickly explained, "I've gone to wipe the table. If I don't wipe the room for a day, I'll be covered in dust. I may not hear it when I close the door."
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