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Chapter fifty-eight

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    It was just dawn, and there were not many people who got up early.

    Xiang Huan put on his clothes and went out, and knocked on the doors of the nearby houses one by one. In fact, he rarely dealt with these people, because he had just moved here, his leg was injured, and he didn't even go out of the yard much.

    Wanyao and he are not people who like to walk around frequently. This is due to the living environment. The rich people have never had the habit of visiting.

    The strange neighbors stood suspiciously at the door, and after listening to the boy's description, they all shook their heads neatly, expressing that they had no impression of it.

    Xiang Huan then walked out of the residential area and headed towards Qinglong City.

    ? In the huge state city, the streets and alleys criss-crossed. He actually didn't know where he should go, but he always felt that he couldn't stop. It seemed that once he stopped, his injured leg would be unable to support the weight of his body in an instant.

    The long street began to be full of traffic, and the noisy hawking sounds seemed to come from far away, which was indistinct in my ears.

    Xiang Huan walked in this world of mortals, vaguely remembering a night long ago, he was beaten and ran out of the house, walking slowly through the cross streets.

    At that time, there was a curfew, no one was around, everything was silent, and Marquis Wu would come out at some point.

    He also walked with his head buried in the same way, with a dark sky above his head, and the hairy moon was so dim that he couldn't see its shape.

    On the deserted street, someone suddenly heard someone calling in a low voice: "Xiang HuanXiang Huan"

    He stood up straight and turned his head slowly. The lanterns in front of the two house gates intertwined two shadows, one behind the other, and the girl's frail figure was behind him.

    It seems to be always with you like a shadow.

    She stared blankly at the wound on his face, "Your father hit you again?"

    Xiang Huan didn't speak.

    Probably also a little apprehensive, the girl hesitated for a while, then stepped forward cautiously, and wiped his face on tiptoe.

    Xiang Huan lowered his head, and the tall and thin shadow covered her in darkness. He was silent for a long time, then went to hold her hand and held it firmly in the palm of his hand.

    The cold comes and the summer goes, and the withered glory fades away.

    At that time, people were busy all their lives, and there were countless people who went and stayed by their side, but when they looked back, most of them were those who were willing to light a bright lamp for him when he was down and down.

    In the pawn shop in Qinglong City, due to the continuous war, the people are short of money, there are actually many people rushing to pawn, there is even a long queue in front of the cabinet, people are crowded, people are crowded, and when there is a big trouble, the staff have to come out to mediate  .

    By the time Wanyao finished her work, it was already high in the sun, and she was sweating from being bored inside, and stood in front of the door with a long sigh of relief.

    It was a cloudy day with no rain, and even the breath was stuffy.

    Buying a bowl of herbal tea nearby to quench her thirst first, Wan Yao turned around and saw Xiang Huan standing there in a daze.

    Caught off guard, his four eyes met, and he also seemed to be stunned for a moment, his hesitant steps suddenly stopped, and a pair of blank starry eyes just looked at him so firmly.

    The two feet that are not far and not close, seem to suddenly narrow the distance between the mountains and the sea, so that people are defenseless.

    Wan Yao was even more surprised than him. After hastily paying for the water, he returned the tea bowl and said as he walked, "Why are you here? You're not"

    Before finishing half a sentence, there was an inexplicable pain in her wrist, and a great force pulled her forward, and her cheek was pressed against a warm and thick wall, and her heartbeat was steady and powerful.

    Wanyao could feel that her waist and back were imprisoned by two iron hoops, which was something she had never experienced before. She knew that even if Xiang Huan hugged her, he would not use such force.

    And that scorching breath was spraying lightly on the neck, and his arms were almost tightly wrapped around her body.

    Wan Yao was stunned for a while, and finally felt embarrassed, and tried to struggle.

    "What are you doing, on the street"

    "Don't move yet!" He gritted his teeth suddenly, "Don't move yet"

    "Listen to me."

    Wan Yao was taken aback by his tone, so she had no choice but to freeze there.

    The breath in his ears gradually slowed down, Xiang Huan seemed to take a deep breath, and his voice was low: "I know, I did too much yesterday."

    "I shouldn't have lost my temper on you."

    "It shouldn't be so unkind."

    He couldn't help but increase his strength, "It won't happen in the future."

    Wan Yao blinked on his shoulder a few times, hesitating to speak, "I"

    "Wanyao!" He gritted his teeth and interrupted, "You don't leave yet, okay?"

    Give me a little more time.

    He actually wanted to say: Give me some more time, I can change it.??I don't know the truth, the contempt for women since ancient times made the shopkeeper very hesitant.

    But maybe it¡¯s really too short of people, and when it comes to the end, I can only reluctantly agree-temporarily take half a month.

    In the half month to test her medical skills, whether to pay her wages or not, I have to wait until the expiration of the period to discuss with the owner before making a decision.

    Xiang Huan naturally thought that the other party was deceiving too much, but because he had no other way out, Wan Yao hesitated for a moment, and still accepted the overlord's terms.

    Therefore, for the next half month, he seemed to be a lonely old man who was left at home. Every morning, he had to watch Wanyao go to the doctor, eat some leftovers from yesterday at noon, and wait for her to go home to make new ones at night.

    After only five days, Xiang Huan felt that this would not work.

    It's too bad.

    Letting Wan Yao raise him is already a great shame, not to mention that he is doing nothing like a waste all day, it is better to die.

    Whenever he had free time during the day, Xiang Huan would drag his injured leg back and forth, so as to allow his body to recover faster.

    He knew that once he recovered, he would not be able to make money for what he could do with hands and feet.

    This is a period of time when the two of them act separately.

    After eating at night, I was so tired that I fell asleep.  Later, Xiang Huan would also cook some simple dishes in the afternoon. Although the appearance was never eye-catching, at least it has changed from a fire cook to a dumpling surface.

    As for stir-frying, it still doesn't work. Sometimes he is really tired of eating noodles, and he can still use his old skills to grill fish.

    Soon, Wan Yao had been in the hospital for half a month.

    According to her observations these days, she found that there are actually not as many people seeing a doctor in the city as in Chang'an, and the people who come to get medicine are generally ordinary people. Herbs and consultation fees are not expensive, and they can't make much money in a day, let alone  The shopkeeper still needs to be divided into layers, and the salary she can get for a month is really too little.

    However, most of the money in the medical center was earned by several other doctors who came to treat and recuperate the nobles in the city.

    The local officials are as high as the mountains and the emperor is far away, and they have their own means of making money, and they are all very rich.

    When Wanyao was writing prescriptions every day, seeing the patients coming in and out, an idea could not help but pop up in his mind.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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