Dr. Wang's calm voice sounded: "I have heard it, little brat, if you have nothing to do, go back quickly."

When seeing Jiang Chan, Dr. Wang smiled and was very amiable: "Student Jiang Chan is really young and promising, so he must continue to work hard in the future!"

Wang Runhui interrupted: "If she continues to work hard, should she go to heaven?"

Wang Runhui's words are also true. Jiang Chan is already so powerful now. If she continues to work so hard, would she still have to carry a ladder to the sky by herself?

Dr. Wang slapped Wang Runhui in the head: "You guys go cool! Look at the other student Jiang Chan, look at you like this, and you will go back and reflect."

Without comparison, Dr. Wang still thinks that his son is quite excellent, but whenever Jiang Chan compares, Dr. Wang doesn't like Wang Runhui anywhere. After all, Jiang Chan is too excellent.

Seeing that he was disliked by his father, Wang Runhui shrugged and didn't take it seriously. "Okay, okay, I'll go back first, don't forget to go back early in the evening!"

After saying that, Wang Runhui ran away in silence. Dr. Wang shook his head and looked at the empty corridor. When he looked at Jiang Chan, he was very amiable.

After saying goodbye to Dr. Wang, Jiang Chan went out to find food. Now she still has a little money on hand and is not ruthless when spending money, because after all, it is to spend the patient's body, and Jiang Chan is willing to spend it no matter how much she spends.

After Dean Fan had settled Kang Kang, he was about to go out to buy food. At this time, Jiang Chan pushed the door and came in. Her movements were always quick, and the patient's rice was so fresh and tempting.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, and Dean Fan accompanied Kang Kang and Jiang Chan couldn't help. It happened that the old street was near the hospital, and Jiang Chan planned to go out to see it for a long time.

Not to find a bargain, it is rare to come to the provincial capital once, so I have to come out for a long time to visit. I told Dean Fan about his whereabouts, and Jiang Chan left the hospital with a black backpack on her backpack.

It was the seventh day of the Chinese New Year, and the shop opened as early as the fifth day of the lunar month. When the God of Wealth is welcomed on the fifth day of the lunar month, the owners wanted to get a good start. The entrance to the old street was very antique, with a big archway, and two big words "Old Street" on the old street.

Going further inside, there are various old-fashioned buildings. The roads are also relatively old, looking very old, and they reveal a profound background accumulated over the years everywhere.

Although the fifth day of the New Year has passed, the New Year atmosphere is still very strong, and there are many people coming and going from old street. From time to time, I watched the tour guide and a group of people pass by.

There were people coming and going in the old street, but not many people were as tender as Jiang Chan, especially when she came alone. After walking with the tour guide for a few minutes, the tour guide stopped in front of an antique shop.

Jiang Chan looked up and saw the treasure pavilion. Gathering treasures and gathering treasures from all over the world. Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows and followed the tourists in. After entering the treasure pavilion, the tour guide did not speak anymore, but just stood aside and watched everyone.

Jiang Chan was carrying a backpack and wandering around the Jubao Pavilion. The Jubao Pavilion was decorated in a very classical manner, with shelves on all sides, and various handicrafts on it.

Jiang Chan suddenly sniffed, and this action was very subconscious, just like her habitual movement when she was still a treasure hunter. Jiang Chan's mouth twitched, my God, she really doesn't want this habit.

Looking aimlessly, Jiang Chan felt that these crafts were nothing special, but when she saw a few small objects scattered everywhere at the bottom of the shelf, Jiang Chan's curiosity came.

She still likes this feeling of picking up bargains, especially when she saw a piece of gray like a brick in the corner, Jiang Chan felt that her eyes were about to be blinded by the golden light.

Looking at other things, Jiang Chan didn't feel anything at all. She frowned thoughtfully. Could it be that she had returned to the real world that Xiao Jin's talent skill was brought back by her?

If this is the case, it would be great! Putting this question in mind, Jiang Chan picked up the brick two-fingered and four-fingered wide, and slightly blew off a layer of floating ash on the surface. The closer he got to see Jiang Chan, the more he felt the light on the "brick" was more dazzling.

If anyone looks at Jiang Chan's eyes at this time, he will find that there seems to be a golden light passing by Jiang Chan's eyes.

Let's say it is a brick with patterns engraved on it and some ancient characters, which look like a painting. Looking at it again, it looks different in the middle.

At the end of the brick floor, there is a shallow depression, which is oval. Jiang Chan always feels familiar when she looks at it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration in her mind. Isn’t this the look of an inkstone?

This is really amazing. The carving of this inkstone is very level, completely avoiding the patterns and words on the bricks, and it is very antique.

Then gently tap the inkstone, the texture is delicate and there is a vague sound of metal and stone. Jiang Chan concluded that it is not considered its age, it is indeed a rare and good inkstone.

You can know whether this is an inkstone or the first world to be influenced by Jiang Sen. Since ancient times, literati and scholars claim to be romantic, and the trend of collecting inkstones is prevalent, and Jiang Sen is no exception.

Jiang Chan followed behind and saw many good inkstones. So now, when you look at the texture and shape of the inkstone, Jiang Chan knows that this is a rare good inkstone.

If Jiang Sen saw it, Jiang Sen would have to buy it no matter what. When Jiang Sen thought of Jiang Sen, Jiang Chan felt full of memories. After experiencing so many worlds, she still had the deepest impression of Jiang Sen and Lin.

Although these two were not her own parents, they gave her selfless care, which also made up for Jiang Chan's lack of family affection. It can be said that Jiang Sen and Lin taught her how to love others, which is what Jiang Chan is most grateful to them.

Regardless of whether the inkstone is an antique or not, Jiang Chan is ready to put it in her pocket. Of course, if it can be placed in this corner with dust, at least the owner thinks it is a worthless item.

I picked a few more of them inside, a brush rod with a bald head, and an ancient book full of floating gray, without even a cover.

Jiang Chan opened it and looked at it. She was still a copybook. Although she didn’t know who it was, the font was made of iron and silver hooks, which was very vigorous and was also good for practicing calligraphy.

In this way, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are gone, so Jiang Chan is not in a hurry. She will buy these three things first.

The antique shop is very lively. Almost all the tour group are old and everyone is relaxed. Several elderly people are interested in handicrafts and are bargaining with the store.
Chapter completed!