Seeing that Rong Xian couldn't escape this bowl of tea, she didn't use any more means.

If you don’t like it, it will be a big deal to hurt the old man’s heart.

Doctor Rong is a soft-hearted and bad person. The old man has a sincere heart, so how can he refuse? She doesn't want to make others suspicious.

Rong Xian lowered her head and stared at the tea in the bowl. After doing enough mental construction, she went up and took a sip.

Well, the taste of this tea that costs two cents a bowl is no different from the last time, and it is still very difficult to drink.

Thinking of this, Rong Xian took another sip.

Chen Jiuliu, who was about to step forward to help her, stopped walking, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

He knew that Xiaoxian was soft-hearted, gentle and kind, and even if she forced herself, she would not be willing to hurt others' sincerity.

Chen Jiuliu looked at Rong Xian, his cold eyebrows and eyes were soft and tender, and his heart was softened into a pool of water.

How come there are such a popular person in this world, as if all the beauty in the world gathers together, making him feel happy whenever he thinks of it.

Rong Xian knew what Chen Jiuliu was thinking just by looking at Chen Jiuliu's expression. In response, she raised her head and smiled slightly at Chen Jiuliu, and shamelessly accepted his praise.

Rong Xian held the tea bowl. She was obviously the worst porcelain bowl and the worst tea, but she didn't dislike it at all.

Her movements were elegant and her posture was casual, as if she was sitting in the clouds attracting mellow wine, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, making people feel happy at first sight.

Putting it on the tea bowl, Rong Xian's face remained silent, sighed slightly, and said with emotion: "The tea you made is particularly unique. After drinking this time, I'm afraid I can't drink other people's tea for a long time."

Well, I don’t even want to mention the word “tea”.

The old man thought her words were sincere compliments, and he smiled happily, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.

These poor people have always been looked down upon, and they are also lowly people who are inferior and inferior in the gentry and immortals, but Doctor Rong never feels superior.

Doctor Rong was so kind to them, and he knew in his heart that Doctor Rong was different from them.

Doctor Rong has never seen anything good. How could his cheap tea be as good as Doctor Rong said? Doctor Rong is just making him happy, but this feeling is too precious, which makes him, the old guy who has lived all his life, feel warm.

Well, it seems that the old man is still a little aware of his tea.

Then, the old man smiled and said, "If Doctor Rong likes it, the old man will bring you a bag of tea when he leaves."

Rong Xian's expression stagnated, and she met the old man's sincere gaze and said in her heart: Could it be that she was pretending... she used too much force?

She blinked at the old man naughtyly and said, "Okay, just treat it as Mumu's medical fee."

The old man felt warm and could not stop the smile on his face. He hurried to the place where the tea leaves were placed to make tea for Rong Xian.

Chen Jiuliu stood by and watched Rong Xian make fun of the old man with all his thoughts. He unconsciously smiled, like a glacier snow lotus blooming, precious and rare.

After a moment, the old man walked over quickly and handed the small bag of tea to Rong Xian. He said in a kind tone: "Doctor Rong can come again after drinking it, my tea is enough."

"I'm afraid I can't come." Rong Xian felt sorry for her fake: "I'm a doctor. I will only visit me whenever there are patients. You are healthy and energetic. I will not give you any bad luck."

The old man couldn't help laughing again, and he also blinked at Rong Xian mischievously: "With Doctor Rong here, I am not afraid of any illness."

Rong Xian smiled and told him seriously: "You can't ignore me just because I'm here. But you are sick and uncomfortable."

Although the old man was preached, he was still very happy.

His children left early, leaving only a young grandson. Last time Dr. Rong treated him with his legs, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl and regarded Dr. Rong as his daughter loved her.

Moreover, Doctor Rong is also for his own good, and he is not a ungrateful person.

Seeing that the old man heard it, Rong Xian stood up and took his tea, and carefully explained his taboos during Mumu's illness, he called Xiaole and Chen Jiuliu to walk out the door together.

Chen Jiuliu had just walked two steps, and then stopped, turned around and came to the table, drank the cold tea on the table, and suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Such tea was not as good as drinking white water.

But this is the old man's wish. The value of his wish is nothing, so Xiaoxian cherishes it so much, and he is reluctant to let the old man down.

Chen Jiuliu said in a deep voice to the old man: "Thank you for the reception."

Seeing the kind smile in the old man's eyes, Chen Jiuliu's eyes also had a layer of warmth, and he turned around and walked towards Rong Xian.

Outside the door, Xiaole's mother was waiting there worriedly. When she saw Rong Xian coming out, she hurriedly met her: "Doctor Rong, what's wrong with Mu Mu?"

The old man has been selling tea to survive, and Mumu has been growing up with Xiaole. In the eyes of women, Lele is no different from his biological children. She is also very worried when Mumu is sick.

Rong Xian comforted her warm voice: "Mumu is no longer in trouble, sister-in-law don't worry."

Xiaole stood aside with a little adult and said, "Mom, I'll help take care of my brother, too."

The woman smiled lovingly and praised, "My son is sensible, and my mother is the happiest."

She turned her head and looked at Rong Xian and said gratefully: "I'm sorry, Doctor Rong."

Rong Xian smiled and said seriously: "Sister-in-law, don't be polite. I am a doctor. It is the duty to cure diseases and save people. Mu Mu is safe and sound, and I am very happy in my heart."

The woman praised, "You are so kind."

Rong Xian didn't respond to the corner of her lips. She watched the woman pull Xiaole to help the old man clean up the house diligently. The smile on her face was still the same, her eyes seemed a little confused, as if she was trapped in the inner demon.

These people in front of them are poor, incompetent, mediocre and weak, but they can enjoy the joy of family, but what about her?

The impossible hope is to resurrect the Rong family for a lifetime, just to pursue the resurrection of the dead and let the Rong family reappear?

Rong Xian’s fingertips accidentally stroked the embroidered pattern on her skirt and murmured: “The so-called rebirth and the so-called nirvana are all deceiving oneself.”

That's right, Rong Xian knew very well that there was never a saying in this world that people died and their souls were either reincarnated or dispersed. The dead person would never appear again. Even if they found a reincarnation body, they would no longer be the person they used to be.

After Rong Xian's thoughts were all in her mind, she quickly realized that she was dead and alive. She suddenly woke up, cleared her throat, and said in a self-righteous manner: "Well, I'm an exception." She has a magical tool to protect her body, and if it were someone else, she would be dead.

Rong Xian, even if she is obstructed, she can't let go of her perfect character. She will immediately make up for any mistakes.

What is gratifying is that this series of actions makes the inner demon useless.

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