Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

As if he had made up his mind, the man said, "Miss, do you like old things? I have quite a few at home that I'd like to sell."

After saying that, he lowered his head in shame, embarrassed to look at An Xueyan's expression.

An Xueyan raised her eyebrows, then smiled the next second: "I buy some occasionally, but it depends on the quality of the goods."

The man hurriedly unwrapped the things and said anxiously: "They are all good things. This vase of mine is Ming and Qing porcelain. Take a look at it. I have some similar ones at home..."

It was obvious that this man was not good at doing business. He poured out all the family savings in a flash.

After taking a closer look at the vase for a while, I found that it was genuine and in very good condition. An Xueyan would usually buy one if she saw one.

But she was more curious about why this person was in such a hurry to get rid of it. "If you have these things, why don't you keep them for yourself?"

"My mother is sick and needs a lot of money for treatment. I want to raise money for her treatment." The man said with a choked voice.

An Xueyan understood that if someone in the family fell seriously ill, most families would not be able to afford the medical expenses. Caring families would sell everything they had to provide treatment, while those who did not want to pay could only let the patient wait to die.

"What's wrong with your mother? I can ask for you."

The man's face was filled with sadness, and he said in a dull tone, "I have a heart problem, and the doctor said I need some kind of heart surgery.

I inquired and found out it would cost around 10,000 yuan. My mother raised me from childhood and I can't just watch her die. I still want to save her if I have the chance."

An Xueyan asked for his mother's information again, spent three hundred yuan to buy the vase, and agreed with the man on a time and place to view the vase before they parted ways.

Looking at the back of the man heading towards the inpatient department, An Xueyan turned and took another route.

……

"Doctor An, the patient you mentioned was admitted three days ago and has been without money for surgery. I heard her son went to raise money, but I don't know if he can. The surgery fee is not a small amount." The nurse sighed.

An Xueyan smiled and said, "As long as you are determined, you can always find a way. Her family is lucky that they didn't give up on treatment."

The nurse continued, "That's true, but the old lady didn't say much after she came in. It looked like she didn't want to burden the child and wanted to give up treatment."

"This also happens to mothers who love their children. After being in a hospital for a long time, you really see all kinds of things."

"That's right. A few days ago, there was a family here who was just diagnosed with the virus. But when they heard that the treatment would cost thousands of dollars, they all ran away shortly after, and they didn't even get their medical bills paid.

The key point is that I heard from my sister yesterday that a person was sent to the Third People's Hospital yesterday. He was hit by someone. After being sent to the hospital for examination, the problem was found. The young man who hit the person was blackmailed and asked to heal the person.

The young man refused to do it, and the two families are still arguing. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was the family that ran away from our hospital." The nurse said with a gossipy look on her face.

"How do you know it's them?" An Xueyan asked curiously.

The nurse sighed and said, "I was deeply impressed by the old man's appearance. I knew it from what my sister said.

There was a big bump on his forehead, and his family proudly said that his old man was the reincarnation of the Dragon King who had gone through many tribulations.

The doctor advised them to get a check-up, saying it was probably a tumor, which looked quite large. If they delayed it, they might die.

But they were clamoring about our hospital and talking nonsense, trying to ruin their old man's ordeal, which really left me speechless."

An Xueyan chatted with the nurse for a while before leaving.

She drove to her master's clinic and brought over the health pills she had recently made. The clinic wasn't crowded during the first month of the year.

The master was sitting in the backyard with his uncle, drinking tea and chatting. When he saw her coming, he asked, "Why are you free today?"

"I'm going to the hospital to handle the formalities. I'll bring you medicine as soon as I'm done." As he said this, he handed the medicine to the master.

Mr. Feng picked up a bottle, opened it, smelled it, and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, the craftsmanship has not regressed."

The master would check every time she made medicine. According to him, she was always not doing her job properly and he was worried that she had lost the ability to make a living.

An Xueyan was speechless: "Master, do you not believe me or yourself?"

"Hmph, both." Old Feng snorted coldly.

An Xueyan clearly noticed that her master was unhappy.

He sat down and said with a playful smile: "Hey, what's wrong with the old man? Why are you still angry?

Tell your apprentice quickly, and I'll help you give that person a laxative."

Mr. Feng denied it: "That's not true."

No matter how An Xueyan tried to hint at it, Old Master Feng said nothing. His uncle just drank tea silently.

Mr. Feng changed the subject and asked, "When are you going to Zhongshan?"

"Five days later, there's still some information to prepare."

"How long do you think it will take to be completed this time?"

"The teacher expects a breakthrough this year and results next year, but if we're lucky, maybe we'll get results this year." An Xueyan blinked her eyes with cunningness.

Looking at his satisfied disciple, Old Feng picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Then he said slowly: "Old Yan was seriously ill yesterday. If anyone from the Yan family comes looking for you, remember to hide and don't get involved."

The Yan family was not at peace back then, and Old Man Yan chose to settle the matter peacefully, which laid the seeds of disaster.

He was rushed to the hospital due to anger during the Chinese New Year. He was rescued at the time, but I heard not long ago that he is dying. What a sin.

He went to see her and said there was nothing he could do, but his little apprentice's acupuncture skills had surpassed hers in the past two years, so it was not ruled out that the Yan family would come looking for her.

Old Feng didn't want her to get involved. The internal strife of the Yan family was about to be exposed with the fall of the old man.

An Xueyan nodded obediently: "I understand, Master, I ran away when I saw his family. It's a pity for Mr. Yan."

Mr. Feng said calmly, "You reap what you sow. Everything is your own choice."

"Then, senior brother, are you still angry with the eldest disciple?" the uncle said softly.

An Xueyan asked, "Master, do you have any news about our senior brother?"

I don’t know what the eldest brother did to make the master so angry.

Old Feng glared at his junior brother and said angrily, "Hmph, that's what I said, but it doesn't stop me from being angry."

Having said that, there was nothing to hide, so Mr. Feng said directly: "I also had a phone call with them early this morning.

Your senior brother didn't stay in Hong Kong Island, but went to the United States and became a dentist. He is really a complete loser."

He was still very angry when he talked about the latter part. In his mind, dentistry and Chinese medicine had nothing to do with each other.

An Xueyan thought that this was nothing. Didn’t she see that there were many people who wanted to be dentists and couldn’t do it?

What a sought-after profession!

However, she didn't dare to say it out loud, and could only tactfully persuade him, "Master, don't be angry. It's not easy for my eldest brother to survive in the United States.

People there are against traditional Chinese medicine, so my eldest brother had no choice but to become a dentist.

Aren't you still here? Why don't you ask him if he's willing to come back? Then you can supervise him and do his old job."