"It doesn't hurt." He reached out and rubbed her head, not forgetting to ask about the matter, "Where did you get the medicine and prescription?"
"My master gave it to me." An Ci replied as soon as he opened his mouth, with an innocent smile on his face.
An Zhenxiong frowned, "Master?"
Worried that she was young and might be deceived, he pressed on, "What master?"
An Cishi was determined to play dumb until the end. She said, "Master is Master."
"Who is your master?" An Zhenxiong asked directly, "What is your master's name?"
"Master's surname is Chu." An Ci said half-seriously, "I can't tell you my name. Master forbids it."
Last name Chu?
Zuo Fei and Zeng Liang looked at each other and tried hard to recall whether they had ever seen anyone with the surname Chu.
An Zhenxiong's brows were knitted into the shape of the Chinese character "川". He continued to ask, "Why can't I tell you? What does your master look like?"
"Because I promised my master not to mention his name to anyone else." An Ci shook his head.
Zeng Liang said gently, "Young Master, the head of the family is worried that you will be deceived."
An Ci tilted his head to look at him and said in an orderly manner, "Master is a very good person and would not lie to me. He also gave me medicine and a prescription. Grandpa doesn't feel any pain after taking the medicine."
Zeng Liang was speechless.
Indeed, thanks to this prescription, the master of the family was cured of the poison.
An Zhenxiong asked indirectly, "Xiao Ci, how do you know your master?"
"I met her at the door of the drug store." An Ci lied without blushing or beating his heart.
"Which pharmacy?"
An Ci pursed his lips, shook his head and said nothing.
An Zhenxiong had no choice but to change the question, "Then why did your master give you this prescription?"
"Master told me to memorize this recipe, which was his secret recipe. If I ever need money, I can sell it and buy a lot of delicious food."
Three people, "..."
An Zhenxiong looked at her and couldn't help but wonder again whether he was short of food or clothes for her, and why she always looked like she was short of money.
Who does this money-loving personality resemble?
He narrowed his eyes, "Then how do you know this prescription can cure my poison?"
It turns out that the old ones are the wisest. Even with so many questions, he still can’t get confused.
An Ci raised his chin, revealing a hint of pride. "Master said this prescription is very powerful and can cure many kinds of poisons. It's difficult to memorize the prescription."
As she spoke, the smile on her face fell and she looked worried. "I've been carrying it for many days."
An Zhenxiong glanced at her and said, "Why don't you seem to be working so hard when memorizing in class?"
"Because the prescription can be exchanged for money." An Ci smiled with the corners of his eyes curved.
An Zhenxiong's mouth twitched. Her little head is only filled with money, right?
He whispered to her, "Xiao Ci, your master's prescription saved Grandpa, and Grandpa wants to thank him in person. How about this: tell me his name and what he looks like, and I'll have someone invite him to our house, okay?"
"No, Master doesn't allow me to tell you. If I tell you, Master won't tell me other prescriptions in the future." An Ci covered his mouth and put on a serious expression.
An Zhenxiong had never expected his grandson to be so tight-lipped. He looked helpless and asked unwillingly, "How old is your master?"
"Older than Grandpa and Grandpa." An Ci tilted his head, as if thinking seriously, gesturing with his hands, "Master's hair and beard are all white, just like Santa Claus."
An Zhenxiong raised his eyebrows in surprise and was about to ask something else, but An Ci spoke first, "Grandpa, go to bed quickly, so your wound will heal faster."
As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the prescription on the table, reached out and picked it up and tore it up.
"Young Master, why did you tear up the prescription?" Zeng Liang looked puzzled.
An Ci crumpled up the torn pieces of paper and threw them into the trash can, whispering, "Don't let anyone see this, or I won't be able to sell the prescription for money."
Zeng Liang, "..."
They have all seen this prescription. Is it too late for her to tear it up now?
"Xiao Ci, why didn't you let Zuo Fei mention in front of the elders that the prescription was given by you?" An Zhenxiong asked unexpectedly.
Fortunately, An Ci was always alert, otherwise he would have been tricked into telling the truth.
Without hesitation, she said, "I'm afraid the elders will find out. What if they steal my prescription and sell it?"
An Zhenxiong was so upset that he was speechless.
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