Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Ji Fengyun appropriately expressed his concern for the farce just now. After listening to Su Haitang's few words of narration, he raised his eyebrows that flew into his temples.

"The civet cat exchanges for the prince? It's like a legendary novel. Sister Mingzhu, adventures like yours are not something ordinary people can have."

Listening to his meaningful tone, Su Haitang's heart skipped a beat, thinking that her adventures would not end here!

Seeing that his granddaughter looked reluctant, He Anbang took over and asked Ji Fengyun about his life in the mountains these years.

"Bitter!"

Ji Fengyun's temperament suddenly changed and he was in trouble!

"Grandpa He, you don't know that my master is not a human being!"

"He still doesn't treat me like a human being! I get up before dawn to practice martial arts, and the rooster hasn't crowed yet! Then I have to meditate, chant, sweep the floor, chop firewood, cook, wash dishes, and wash clothes, and learn Chinese, mathematics, politics, geography, history, law, foreign languages, and eight subjects Foreign language!”

"Why would a bad Taoist priest learn so many foreign languages? Send him to preach abroad and dominate the world?"

"I also need to learn calligraphy, French painting, musical instruments, and all kinds of kung fu! Do you know how many musical instruments I have learned? Guqin, pipa, shengxiao, flute, suona, harp, dulcimer, gongs, drums, cymbals, everything! I can also sing! I can also sew clothes!"

Ji Fengyun complained a lot in one breath, as if talking about cross talk, making Su Haitang fall back in the chair with laughter.

"Oh? Let's sing a few words." He Anbang asked with interest.

Ji Fengyun twisted, and his fair face turned slightly red.

"Isn't that good? Can you save some face for me in front of Sister Mingzhu?"

Su Haitang laughed so hard that he asked him to sing.

"Next time, we're here." Ji Fengyun glanced at the familiar scenery outside the window and breathed a sigh of relief, finally escaping.

He had just escaped from his master's clutches, but he wanted to live a life of freedom and freedom for a few days, and he would never do that troublesome drama again!

Su Haitang hurriedly adjusted her expression, secretly muttering that this little Taoist priest who asked for a "medical doctor" for his grandfather was unreliable. Grandpa is so sick that he has to ask for help from outside, yet he still talks and laughs so hard, he is so heart-warming!

The group of people were silent and walked through several checkpoints. After strictly washing their hands and disinfecting, they put on full disinfection protective clothing and entered the ward.

Along the way, Su Haitang's heart grew higher and higher after seeing strict defense measures beyond imagination.

What level of treatment does a character enjoy? If something happens to her, can grandpa save her?

"Don't be nervous, you are our honored guest."

Ji Fengyun returned to his previous human-like state, as if the charlatan in the car just now had nothing to do with him.

Su Haitang nodded gratefully at him, trying to force out a smile, but failed.

He Anbang took her hand directly and went in. The old man's steady figure was like a big tree sheltering her from the wind and rain, giving her a sense of peace of mind.

"Uncle He."

A woman who was also armed stood up, her eyes red and full of eyes.

"Yanzi, let me see the old chief. This is my granddaughter Mingzhu who just came home."

He Anbang briefly introduced his granddaughter and turned back to signal Su Haitang. "Call Auntie."

Su Haitang called out obediently, smiled politely at the young and beautiful aunt, and turned to look at the sleeping patient on the bed.

The sleeping lion.

A line of words flashed in Su Haitang's mind, and then his eyes moved down, looking at the oxygen mask fastened on his mouth and nose, and rubbed his fingers in embarrassment.

Even if she wants to save people, how can she feed her with spiritual spring water if her mouth is blocked?

"What did my sister see?"

Ji Fengyun had been paying attention to her reaction, and seeing that she seemed to have gained something, he asked softly.

Su Haitang pursed her lips, not daring to speak casually.

"Good boy, if you have a way, just say it! We appreciate your support!"

Yan Jingyuan grabbed her hand eagerly and begged her sincerely.

"Can I take a closer look?" Su Haitang was forced to go up the mountain, met her grandfather's encouraging eyes, and spoke bravely.

Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!