“You look well…” Mei Anming said.
The woman gave a slight smile: "Dr. Mei, I'm not sick. I came here to help you repair this little temple."
Before Mei Anming could ask any questions, she spoke first: "My husband has always believed in Heaven. Hearing that there is a small temple here for worshipping Heaven, he came here specifically to take a look."
Mei Anming shook his head: "Then you're too late. This little temple was indeed used for some worship activities when my father was alive, but after I came here, it has become my clinic. I don't believe in God."
The woman turned slightly to the side, her expression somewhat stiff, as if she were looking at the rain outside.
Mei Anming wondered if it was because she had spoken too directly. She regretted it a little; perhaps she should have agreed first. The small temple was leaking in many places, and it would be best if someone was willing to pay for its repair.
However, Mei Anming soon noticed something strange. The woman's gaze as she looked at the rain was odd; it didn't seem like an awkward gesture.
It's more like looking at your lover with tender affection while speaking.
Soon, the woman returned to normal, and with a forced smile, she said, "This little temple must have been built a long time ago. I've heard that its history is even longer than that of Ash City."
Mei Anming said, "Ash City was not a city with a long history. It was built brick by brick by the people here after the War of Ruins."
“Yes.” The woman walked up to the angel statue, clasped her hands together devoutly, and closed her eyes.
This made her face look more like a corpse.
But zombies couldn't possibly have skin so full of life and flowing blood. Mei Anming shook his head, banishing the strange thought from his mind.
The woman continued, “Even if no one here worships the heavens, the heavens will still bless the people here. I would like to offer to help you repair the entire temple and this statue. Don’t worry, it won’t affect your work. I’m also willing to donate some money to you so that you can better treat those people.”
“Excellent.” Mei Anming smiled and replied, then began to discuss the details with the pregnant woman.
Drizzling.
The rain has been enveloping this place.
...
Braving the rain, Chen Jing arrived at the expert's house, but the door was closed.
Chen Jing knocked on the door.
The door remained closed.
Chen Jing wondered if the expert was fast asleep. But Chen Jing didn't dare to shout, because there were houses nearby. If Chen Jing shouted, his news might spread, which would be very disadvantageous.
Chen Jing looked around but couldn't find a window to climb through, so he had to give up. He knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.
Chen Jing's brows furrowed, and he risked calling out in a low voice, "Master, Master, are you there?"
There has still been no response.
This… Chen Jing felt that given his master's apparent extraordinary abilities, and possibly his cultivation level, it was impossible for him not to hear so many of his voices. There was only one possibility: he wasn't home.
It's so late? Where could you be if you're not at home?
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