Yunzhou pointed to the oil paper and cloth wrapped around the pig's trotters. He said nothing, but his meaning was clear. They were wrapped tightly and not dirty! Before, he liked to sleep with food in his arms, causing his clothes to be stained with oil. But now he has improved and become smarter, and knows how to wrap it up before holding it.
I was just about to reiterate that food cannot be brought to the bed when I sensed someone approaching our room and quickly made a silent gesture to Yunzhou.
He could understand the simple gestures, so he secretly picked up the pig's trotters and put them in his arms.
I had nothing to say to him, so I laid him down while I returned to the chair to meditate.
Four people came outside. They were good at Qinggong, but the target was not our room.
They stopped at the door of 'An Daxia'. Ximen Wuhen must have sensed someone approaching. He was already standing at the door of their room, waiting for the movements of the four people outside the door.
The people outside didn't know what they were doing at the door of 'An Daxia'. They stood for a while and then retreated.
My superpower can sense their existence and know the number of life energy groups, but I can't see what they did specifically. I only know that they squatted down, maybe they put something under the door.
Maybe a secret message, maybe a token, or something else.
The four of them seemed to be here to deliver something, but one person was enough to deliver something, and no object larger than a book could be put under the crack of the door.
Why do four people come together?
After the four people left, the inn fell into calm again, and the residents were having a good dream.
Yunzhou fell asleep again while hugging the pig's trotters. Ximen Wuhen also left the door and went back to the house.
After dawn, 'An Daxia' went out at the same time as us and went downstairs to have breakfast.
He was weird today and didn't pester Xiaojiao to treat her illness.
The whole person looked bad, and I saw a strange thing behind him.
This thing is not on his clothes, but in his body, but it is not a parasitic living thing.
I stared at his back and didn't look back until I was in the hall.
Except for Yun Zhou, everyone else on our side noticed that I was staring at 'An Daxia'. Everyone looked confused, but no one asked.
'An Daxia' didn't seem to feel anything. He straightened his body and walked downstairs. When everyone in the hall saw him coming, they all stood up and invited him to sit with them.
But 'An Daxia' was acting aloof today, and no one paid any attention to him, sitting alone at an empty table.
The residents were surprised. An Daxia, who was so approachable and chatting and laughing with them yesterday, why was he ignoring people today?
But I can clearly see that his abnormal attitude today is related to something behind him.
This thing is not alive, but it has a great impact on living things.
Although it is lifeless, it is absorbing the vitality of 'An Daxia'.
I subconsciously distanced myself from him, avoided him and sat somewhere further away.
Others couldn't see this, but someone was still holding hot tea and took the initiative to move his seat to sit at the same table as An Daxia.
They all praised An Daxia's medicine. After eating it, they felt energetic and energetic. They wanted to buy some for their relatives and friends.
Daxia An didn't say a word, and he didn't even care about the breakfast the waiter brought to the table.
His back was straight and he was sitting upright without moving his chopsticks. Even the dullest person would feel that something was wrong.
The waiter enthusiastically asked if the food was not to your liking and could be replaced with something else.
An Daxia turned his neck, stared at the waiter and asked, "Are there any live chickens?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Our chickens, ducks and geese are guaranteed to be the freshest. They were killed this morning. Would you like some chicken soup?"
Daxia An shook his head stiffly and said, "Serve it directly."
The waiter had such a high sense of service that he didn't ask any other questions. He turned back to the kitchen and brought out a live chicken for An Daxia.
Inns cannot keep these things. The guest experience of high-end 'hotels' is most important. If you keep some poultry in the backyard, their cries will disturb the guests.
In order to ensure the freshness of the ingredients, they are all delivered early in the morning by the vegetable supplier. Vegetables, fruits, and meat are all delivered to the inn by the supplier at dawn.
In the morning, the residents had a light meal and did not have much demand for chicken, duck, and fish.
So the guy can just go to the kitchen and bring out the live chicken.
Everyone around them stopped what they were doing and watched what An Daxia would do next.
I saw him grabbing a live chicken, snapping it, and biting off the chicken's neck.
Blood splashed on his face, and he sucked the chicken blood in big mouthfuls without even realizing it.
After sucking the blood, he cut open the belly of the chicken and took out the internal organs and stuffed them into his mouth.
He ate so deliciously that all the onlookers around him vomited.
Only Yunzhou was not affected because he didn't pay much attention to others when eating, only paying attention to the food in front of him.
Ximen Wuhen was also weird. He stared at Daxia An with interest, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with eating a live chicken.
However, Yue Nanxiang and Manager Zhang lost their appetite, and when they saw the food in front of them, they immediately lost their flavor.
The two of them packed the food and took it upstairs to eat. In order to protect them, Ximen Wuhen also took his share upstairs.
I was eating with Yunzhou downstairs. When the guest vomited, the waiter and the boss quickly came forward to apologize.
I observed the two of them carefully and found that they were not very surprised by An Daxia's behavior of eating live chickens.
Some of it is just pretending, but in fact there is no disturbance in my heart.
The other residents were frightened. Yesterday, An Daxia was normal. Why did he eat live chicken this morning?
The innkeeper's explanation for this was that a strange man must have his quirks, and it would be good if he didn't eat boys and girls.
The boss's explanation did not reassure the other residents. They looked at An Daxia's behavior as if he was a monster.
Someone asked to check out, and the innkeeper immediately agreed. He also asked them not to spread what they saw, which would damage the reputation of the inn.
Regardless of whether An Daxia is a monster or not, the fact that a monster is at Fenglai Inn is enough to affect business.
The guests who checked out assured the boss that they kept their mouths shut and would never make any noise.
But according to my observation, these people who are leaving are the ones who love to gossip. Are they strict-mouthed? I'm afraid it's not leaking from all sides!
The innkeeper should also know that these people are regular customers, and he will not understand their personalities.
By blasting some loudspeakers, do you want everyone to know that Daxia An is a monster?
Is this his purpose?
It's not impossible that everyone's opinions will make gold, but accumulation will destroy bones.
If everyone spreads that Daxia An is a monster that eats heart and blood, Daxia An will soon be renamed Devil An.
I don't care much about reputation. Daxia An is like a big stone that weighs on people's heads and has many worries when doing things.
The situation with Demon An is different. He can do whatever he wants. No matter how bad he is, he can only eat people.
I no longer paid attention to 'An Daxia', and after dinner with Yunzhou, I sent him back to the room upstairs. I changed my clothes again and went out to go around the city government office.
When I went out, I happened to meet a few guests who had checked out of their rooms, packed their things, and were getting ready to load their cars and leave.
When they saw me changing my clothes and going out, out of their gossipy nature, they looked me over and asked:
"Are you a female doctor?"
In this world, male doctors do not have a specific dress code, but female doctors do have a dress code.
Much like a modern apron, it is tied at the back and is pure white in color. Women of other statuses will not wear such pure white aprons.
In this world where a good job is not as good as a good marriage, women, whether active or passive, are not very optimistic about the career of female doctors.
Because your status will not be high even if you work for a lifetime.
In the harem, they are linked to many obscure secrets and have always been considered a shady profession.
When the residents of Bagua saw me dressed like this, their souls of Bagua immediately burned.
Before I could answer, they started talking to themselves.
Said that I look nothing like a female doctor, but more like a woman walking in the world...
They didn't say what she was, but she was nothing more than a female devil.
My appearance is equal to my personality. Who knows that I have facial paralysis? I can't even put on an amiable smile.
They had seen me and An Daxia quarrel over our medical skills, so they naturally accepted the fact that I was a female doctor.
I wore a white apron and walked around the city government office. Several streets there were very lively.
I pretended to buy some medical books and things that doctors would use.
Ask the owner of a nearby shop where you can set up a stall to conduct medical consultations.
I told them that I was from out of town and wanted to make some money with my craft.
After asking around, the answers I got were all no. Female doctors can only diagnose women, but women in this world don't see doctors on the street.
There has never been a medical clinic run by a female doctor on the street. Palaces, nobles, and wealthy families all employ female family doctors.
There are very few female doctors who treat patients alone outside the home. Occasionally, female patients go to the female doctor's home to see the doctor.
I inquired for a long time to no avail, and it was not until evening before dinner that I was ready to return to the inn.
A middle-aged woman stopped me halfway. She said she was not feeling well and wanted me to diagnose her.
She invited me to her home. At first I thought she was a trafficker, but she had no negative emotions when she invited me.
She was just a little anxious, and she only had some minor problems with her body, and there was nothing that could make her so anxious.
I thought something was fishy, so I followed her home.
I pretended to check her pulse, and then told her that she was still in good health, but she had some problems with her lumbar spine and finger joints due to years of hard work.
She saw that I was really good at diagnosing diseases and asked me if I could have an abortion?
I said it depends on the specific situation, and I can only be sure after seeing the patient.
She asked me a few more questions, such as where is my hometown? Where have you worked? How long have you been a female doctor?
I felt like I was in an interview. I didn't know if she would really check my background and details.
So I answered her half-truly and half-falsely, I used to work in a noble family, but later that family suffered a disaster and I was living outside. I wanted to go north to look for opportunities. I passed by Magnolia City and wanted to earn some travel expenses.
I bought some props when I was shopping, such as the plaster that I tore off the label, which I bought casually on the roadside. This kind of thing is purely deceptive and cannot cure the disease at all.
I put the plaster on the woman's lumbar spine and used supernatural powers to treat her.
The effect is naturally immediate and visible on the spot!
The woman repeatedly turned her waist and squatted back and forth, and the previous discomfort completely disappeared.
Don’t look at the ads, look at the therapeutic effects.
With the facts in front of her, even if my identity was unclear, she at least recognized my medical skills.
Then her husband came back, and she asked me to treat her husband. Her husband had a slight headache, and I put a plaster on it, which immediately cured his headache.
I only charged a small fee for consultation, after all, my purpose was not to treat patients.
Back at the inn, Yunzhou and the others had already eaten. They were quite frightened in the morning. Those tenants who had not checked out did not go to the lobby to have dinner, but ate in their own rooms.
An Daxia was no exception. The man sent two live chickens to his room.
After a while, the waiter brought out two more hollowed-out chicken carcasses.
The news that Daxia An had stayed at Fenglai Inn spread throughout the city the next day.
Of course, there is also the explosive gossip about him drinking blood and eating people's hearts.
In the morning, the waiter brought in three live chickens, and saw An Daxia's appetite growing day by day.
If he just eats chicken, there will always be bold people who are not afraid, and the timid ones will be scared away.
Those who hold the idea that as long as he doesn't eat living people, it has nothing to do with them, still live in the inn.
Including five of us.
It's just that I don't think it's safe to live in the same space as An Daxia.
So Ximen Wuhen stayed with Manager Zhang and Yue Nanxiang 24 hours a day to ensure their safety.
I didn't go out either, I was in the room with Xiaojiao and Yunzhou.
Xiaojiao was inspired to see Yue Nanxiang practicing hard at a young age. She started practicing in the morning and did not rest until meal time.
If she practices the superficial kung fu skills she learned in the Biyi Pai solidly and masterfully, she can beat the thugs guarding the hospital around Fu Jiacai.
The enthusiasm for learning in our two rooms was high. Ximen Wuhen and Yue Nanxiang practiced in their room, and Xiaojiao and I practiced in our room.
Manager Zhang and Yun Zhou were responsible for resting and playing.
After dinner, the waiter came up and said that someone was looking for me outside the inn.
She was a middle-aged woman around forty years old. The waiter said she looked like a servant girl from a wealthy family.
I thought of the woman who treated her yesterday and sent Yunzhou and Xiaojiao to Ximen Wuhen. I put on the female doctor's apron and went downstairs.
Waiting outside the inn door was the woman who invited me to her home for treatment yesterday.
She had a cloak hanging on her forearm. When she saw me coming out, she was even more anxious than yesterday. She hurriedly said that there was a patient who wanted to invite me to her home for treatment.
It’s just that the situation in her family is quite complicated, so I hope I can go in wearing a cloak so that no one can see that I am a female doctor.
I put on my cloak and followed her to the back door of the city official residence.
It was her husband who opened the door. They looked at each other and her husband let us in without asking anything.
I finally entered the city official's office and walked according to the rules the woman told me. Don't look around.
Occasionally, you will encounter maids and servants sweeping the yard or passing by carrying things on the road.
They all knew the woman and greeted her, and some looked at me curiously and asked, 'Who is this?'
The woman said that I was a distant relative of hers, and she came to her for help when her family was in trouble.
We stopped in front of a small courtyard in the backyard. There was a little maid of seventeen or eighteen years old waiting outside the door. When she saw the woman, she called out to Yao Ma.
The woman asked how her wife was doing.
The little maid looked sad and said that Madam kept complaining about stomachache.
The woman led me into the small courtyard, and the maid then closed the courtyard door, leaving her standing guard at the door.
I followed the woman into the inner room, where there was a maid guarding the bed.
The woman sitting on the bed hummed softly, holding her stomach in pain.
Her forehead was covered with sweat and her face was very ugly. The woman quickly asked me to show this lady.
When I entered the house, I knew that the patient who came to see me was the pregnant woman who fed the cat last night.
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