Chapter 649 Little friend, do you want to sell these flowers?
Ling Yuanzhou frowned as he listened to Mo Weiran's question. He still ignored Mo Weiran and continued to walk forward on his own.
Seeing this, Mo Weiran sighed quietly and stopped talking.
He knew that Brother Zhou came here for a fragment of an ancient medical scroll, but in the end he failed to take a picture of the fragment.
Mo Weiran could only blindly guess that he might be sad that he didn't get the scrap, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only let him be alone and quiet.
Silently holding the flowers, he followed Ling Yuanzhou.
"My friend, please wait a moment."
A slightly aged voice sounded in his ears. Mo Weiran didn't think it was talking to him, so he buried his head and continued walking forward, but Ling Yuanzhou stopped.
Seeing Ling Yuanzhou stop, Mo Weiran also stopped.
The two of them turned around and looked back together, and saw three people standing over there, an old man with a white beard, followed by a woman wearing an antique white robe and a woman in yellow. At this time, the old man with a white beard was walking in the wind.
He walked towards the two of them.
Ling Yuanzhou was stunned when he saw the old man's appearance.
He had met this person online.
Mo Canglan, a world-famous miracle doctor, was once the president of the World Medical Organization, but later retired.
Didn't expect to see him here.
Ling Yuanzhou looked at Mo Canglan excitedly. Seeing that Mo Canglan was getting closer and closer to him, Ling Yuanzhou's heart was in his throat.
Are you calling him?
Did Doctor Mo see that he was also studying medicine?
Could it be that because of his good talent, he was accepted as his disciple?
The more he thought about it, the more excited Ling Yuanzhou became, and his usually cold expression was also tinged with excitement.
Mo Canglan had already walked up to the two of them. Ling Yuanzhou found his voice and was about to say hello, "Mo..."
As soon as he uttered a word, he was interrupted by Mo Canglan, "Little friend, do you want to sell these flowers?"
Mo Canglan was already standing in front of Mo Weiran, looking at Mo Weiran with a slightly excited expression.
Mo Weiran didn't expect that the old man was actually talking to him. Listening to the old man's words, Mo Weiran was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head, "Sorry, this flower is not mine, I raised it for a friend."
Mo Canglan was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he still asked with some persistence, "Are you really not selling it? Or, can you ask your friend if he will sell it? The price is negotiable."
Seeing this, Mo Weiran immediately replied, "Sorry, I won't sell it."
Flowers that can resist all evil spirits must be very important to the eldest lady, so of course they cannot be sold.
When Mo Canglan heard this, he let out a long sigh of disappointment, "Sorry for bothering you."
"No, it's okay." Even though Mo Weiran had a social awkwardness, he was somewhat unable to react to the politeness of a strange old man.
Mo Canglan nodded sheepishly and was about to leave. Seeing Ling Yuanzhou staring at Mo Canglan with no intention of leaving, Mo Weiran lowered her voice and whispered to Ling Yuanzhou: "Brother Zhou, let's go."
Unexpectedly, Ling Yuanzhou still had no intention of leaving, but looked at Mo Canglan, "Hello, Mr. Mo, I..."
Before Ling Yuanzhou finished speaking, he was interrupted again, "Where did you get this flower?"
The woman in ancient white clothes walked up to Mo Weiran in a few steps and stared at Mo Weiran with cold eyes.
Mo Weiran frowned almost invisible, hugged the flower, and subconsciously took two steps back, "My friend gave it to me."
"What's your friend's name?" There was a questioning tone in his tone, which made people feel uncomfortable.
