The Divine Doctor An Chapter 379: He fell ill; his heart was sick1

Chapter 379: 379: He fell ill; his heart was sick_1

He was endlessly vexed by this. Over the past few months, he had openly and covertly befriended quite a few people and asked many to help search for Baobao. How did Eldest Brother manage to get ahead of him? Was it ant to be like this?

However... if the person who first encountered Baobao had been his fourth or fifth brother, he might have been slightly worried, but if it was Eldest Brother... Although he felt a little downhearted, he was actually quite relieved. After all, Eldest Brother was...

Heh, a smirk curled up on his lips, and then he took advantage of the night to cover a great distance.

As dawn broke the next day, Shujun purchased a horse in a nearby city and galloped away, significantly hastening his travel speed.

......

While Liang Shujun headed toward Qingfeng Prefecture, Shen Qiuyang was also making her way back to her estate with a cart full of iron ore.

She had originally thought she would be back in no ti, but unexpectedly, she had been delayed for almost half a month, and now she had acquired a little tail behind her—Su Lang.

"Does Master truly live on Qingfeng Mountain? That’s Poisonous Mountain, filled with all sorts of poisonous creatures!"

On the Qingfeng Official Road, the two sat in a carriage, with Su Lang frequently peering outside.

Shen Qiuyang was sowhat annoyed by the incessant questioning. Just how much did this child like Liang Zhichen?

At first, she might have been patient enough to respond a couple of tis, but his incessant chattering and repeated questions had almost completely worn out her patience.

"I’m saying, could you please shut your mouth for a mont? Can’t you let

have so peace? My ears are almost developing calluses," she said.

Su Lang cast a somber glance at Shen Qiuyang, his hand clutching a dagger as he quickly lunged at her: "You dare tell

to shut up? Believe it or not, I’ll slit your throat?"

Shen Qiuyang’s mouth twitched as she looked down at the dagger pressed against her neck; then she let out a resigned sigh, "Alright, alright, I spare , I was wrong, okay?"

Su Lang sniffed disdainfully and gave her a cold glance before retracting his dagger.

On the left side of the road, soone suddenly shouted, "Who’s this stinking madman? Scram, scram! Keep harassing , and I’ll skin you alive!"

"Have you really never seen her? She has big eyes, she’s about this tall—up to my chest—tiny and skinny... If you’ve seen her, just tell , okay?"

"Do you even understand human speech?"

The young man spoke in a low, submissive tone, only to be kicked away by the woman.

The woman cursed her bad luck, and then she walked off, cursing and swearing, while the young man looked numb, dazed as if he had no idea what to think, almost as if he had lost his soul, leaving behind an empty shell.

The carriage suddenly jolted, "What’s going on?" Su Lang, sitting inside, furrowed his brow and asked. The coachman, whom he had brought over from Black Wind Camp, promptly replied, "Seems like the wheel broke? Eldest Brother, we’re hauling a heavy load of iron stone, and this official road isn’t very smooth, not easy to travel on. Allow

to check it out."

Su Lang and Shen Qiuyang lifted the curtain and stepped down from the carriage, and the coachman went to inspect the wheel. It was at this mont that Shen Qiuyang suddenly noticed the young man standing by the road.

He looked like a beggar, with a scruffy beard, almost skin and bones, lips cracked and peeling, and a head of unkempt short hair, seemingly unwashed for who knows how long, completely filthy.

The man had a vacant look, standing there like a wooden post. He suddenly pursed his lips, but the sorrow on his face suggested he would soon cry.

"Where on earth are you..."