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Three hundred and sixtieth eight chapters gently breath(2/2)

Gu Shaoshen smiled slightly and said, "No matter who I am, you are my biological mother in this life."

He looked at the Hong, who was still a little embarrassed, shook his head, turned around and walked out of the room.

Da da ~

Gu Shaoshang had just walked out of the room, and the gate of the courtyard was slowly opened. A middle-aged woman led a thin old man carrying a medicine box with a smile on her face and walked in slowly.

"Doctor Li, I am so sick, I want to ask you to rejuvenate yourself."

The middle-aged woman bowed slightly and said in a pleasing manner.

Although she was wearing coarse cloth, it was much better than Hong.

"Um."

The old man looked plain and nodded with a proud look. He stroked his beard under his jaw with three fingers and said lightly: "With my Tianxingzi's medical skills, as long as she does not die, I will have my own way."

"Aunt You."

Gu Shaoshen smiled slightly and greeted the middle-aged woman.

In the past eight years, if it weren't for her help, the Hong girl would not be able to support herself.

"Hmm...Hmm...Xuanji? You, are you?"

The middle-aged woman didn't care much at first, and suddenly came to her senses and was speechless.

"I also have to thank Aunt You for her care over the years. Hong Xuanji will definitely repay her."

Mr. Gu's face looked solemn and bowed slightly.

"Oh, you kid! They are all our Hong clan, why should you be so polite?"

The middle-aged woman came to her senses and stepped forward to hold Gu Shao's injured hand.

"snort!"

After the two of them had just talked for a few words, the old man behind him said impatiently: "Where is the patient? I don't have time to delay here!"

Gu Shaoshen's eyes flashed slightly. The old man had a slender figure, flexible legs and feet, and obviously had martial arts practice.

However, judging from the strength of his muscles and bones, he is only at the level of a martial artist in this world, and he is not as good as when Gu Shao was ten years old.

"Oh, Dr. Li, don't be angry!"

The middle-aged woman turned around and apologized repeatedly.

"Hmph! If I hadn't had old friends with your Hong clan, I would never have entered such a ruined portal!"

The old man waved his hand, looking impatient.

"call!"

The corners of Gu Shaoshen's mouth curled slightly, and gently spit out a stream of air, condensed into a needle, piercing into his body.

"You guys...Oh!"

The old man was about to scold him, but suddenly felt his body numb and could not hold on. He fell to the ground. He trembled all over and started trembling like a sieve. His mind was dizzy and could not hold on and he sat half on the ground.

"This, is this?"

The old man was shocked and felt that his body was cold and hot, his mouth and nose were thirsty and dizzy, his mind was dizzy, and his mouth and nose were crooked.

For a moment, it seemed as if many diseases were hit by the body, and it looked like it was terminally ill.

"Doctor Li, you, are you?"
Chapter completed!
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