Yang Buhui has half white hair and an old face. He is wearing a pair of thick gloves on the hot weather.

He walked forward silently, and just said simply: "I will do my best. If it is a coma, I have special medicine."

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Bo was unconscious and you went out to help with treatment..." Gu Shiyin praised. When she was about to walk to the bed, she glanced at Xi Zuer as if she was not interested and said, "My little niece likes to joke, saying that she can save my father by doing ten virtues every day. Look, the child is really innocent..."

Xi Zuer: "Please pay attention to the name, I am your ancestor, you are the child."

A few words made Yang Buhui feel trembling.

He looked at Xi Zuer incredibly, as if he had never expected that he would meet this little girl again in the imperial capital thousands of miles away.

Xi Zuer smiled lazyly: "Xiao Yang, we've met again, can your hands still work?"

Gu Bingting rushed over: "Xi Zuer, don't show any shame in front of the dean! It affects my grandfather's treatment, get out of here!"

She finally took the opportunity to scold Xi Zuer, but she worked very hard.

Who knows.

Xi Zuer didn't even reply to her.

Just a glance.

She immediately felt like a knife was passing by her mouth, and it hurt so much: "Ah, why did my lips break, and it blisters again, and whimper!"

In order to maintain her beauty, she pays great attention to eating, and has not eaten anything that has become angry recently.

She just asked Xi Zuer to get out just now.

Gu Shiyin pursed her lips and whispered softly: "Zu'er, this is Mr. Yang, the dean of the Medical College, how can you call him Xiao Yang? Just kidding at home..."

Just as he was talking.

Unprepared from cold.

Yang Buhui pushed her away and bowed respectfully to Xi Zuer, a full 120 degrees!

Then, with a "thump", he knelt down in front of Xi Zuer: "Little ancestor, Xiao Yang doesn't know that you are visiting the imperial capital. If you know, you will be kneeling down early in the morning. Please forgive me!"

As he said that, he couldn't get up.

His head hit the floor heavily.

He looked very angry, and Xi Zuer didn't say anything, and he would never dare to get up.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Even Xi Rubao and Sun Jiao were unexpectedly unpredictable:

"Director Yang, you are..."

"Sister Zuer, you..."

Gu Bingting covered her mouth covered with blisters, which hurt so much that her face was twisted: "What, do you really call her ancestor? Dean, are you crazy?"

Gu Shiyin was even more surprised: "Director Yang, have you recognized the wrong person..."

She really couldn't imagine who could make Dean Yang kneel down and kowtow. Who could be qualified in this world?

Maybe her master, the president of the Red Society, is counted as one.

But how can a wild girl from a county town like Xi Zuer be compared with her noble master?

"I didn't admit my mistake, this is my little ancestor!" Yang Buhui said loudly, "At the time in Qingcheng, no one could cure Bo Ye's coma. In the end, it was cured by the little ancestor. I saw it with my own eyes, how could he admit his mistake?"

Gu Shiyin gasped.

It turned out that Xi Zuer and Bo Gucheng had such a period in Qingcheng.

No wonder, the high-quality man who originally belonged to her became absent-minded after going to Qingcheng.

The last time Bo Gucheng was injured was a secret. She couldn't help but want to treat her. What evil magic does Xi Zuer use to cure it?

Why did she feel a little unbelievable?

"Old Yang, is it really she cured? Or are you humble..." Gu Shiyin didn't give up.

However, Yang Buhui interrupted her impatiently: "It's said that it's ancestors, don't you understand?"

He suddenly shook off his gloves: "This is the fate of not believing in the ancestors. Do you want to do this too?"

Gu Shiyin was shocked by the scene under the gloves.
Chapter completed!