Chapter 1542: Humble vs. Noble (8)

"Tibet?" Shui Anluo was shocked, not to go abroad.
"Yeah, Tibet, find the dragon veins, find her." Xiang Shu said in a low voice.
Shui Anluo's heart moved, and that she was referring to Uncle Xiang's wife.
The woman who became extremely poor because she left the dragon veins.
"But the old Sapman said, there is no Longjia Village." Shui Anluo whispered.
"I know, girl, after I leave, this place will be handed over to others. Do you take these books away and can't anyone see them?" Xiang Shu explained seriously.
Shui Anluo nodded, "I know."
"By the way, is the old Sapman the old man you said live in the forest house?" Uncle Xiang asked suddenly.
Shui Anluo nodded. "But I and Chu Cuiyi went back to find it two years ago. The house was burnt out and no one was found. It should have been changed."
Uncle Xiang reached out and patted her shoulder. "Okay, go get busy."
Sapman is not changing places, maybe just to prevent them from finding it, after all, the old man has this strength.
"When will the master leave, I will send you." Shui Anluo said reluctantly.
"No, you have to be busy preparing for the game. When I leave, I will leave by myself." Uncle Xiang said, "Go ahead."
"Then, I'll buy you lunch." Shui Anluo's voice was hoarse, clearly bearing back.
Uncle Xiang followed suit, Shui Anluo was the first apprentice he brought with him, and the only one who allowed him to learn from each other.
"Okay, do you remember anything?" Uncle Xiang also mutely.
"Liver, intestines, lungs, the youngest." Shui Anluo said, turning around.
Tears fell down after Shui Anluo went out. Although I knew that it was a matter of time before and after Xiang Shu left her, she still felt terribly uncomfortable.
Shui Anluo beat back the food and took a deep breath before entering.
"Come here, your favorite youngest." Shui Anluo shouted, pushed the book away and placed it on the table. "I gave you one more juice today. You said, the master who sells rice. Did you fancy me? "
"Ha ha ha, yes, I see you, boss lady." Uncle Xiang smiled and said that he couldn't eat with chopsticks.
Shui Anluo also bowed his head, and the joke was not funny at all.
"Girl, come to the morgue when you are not at ease. Although they are out of breath, they can tell you a lot. You have n’t had an accident in the three years since you took your scalpel, but Doctors are not gods, accidents, or helplessness are inevitable. "
Uncle Xiang's voice was low, and Shui Anluo nodded.
Uncle Xiang is telling her not to be too complacent, after all, she has been too smooth in recent times.
"Master has taught you everything, so after Master has left, you must also remember that saving people is not only about life, but also about death, doctor. It ’s the link between life and death. You wo n’t be able to catch it. "
Shui Anluo lowered her head and held the chopsticks in her hand tightly: "Master, I know."
"Okay, stop talking, eat." Uncle Xiang said, began to eat with a big mouth.
When Shui Anluo left Xiang Shu's room, the whole person seemed to have been dug away. In the corridor of the hospital, no one would yell again: Shui Anluo, please come back to me, Shui Anluo, Master What about my lunch? Shui Anluo, you little cub, stole my stuff again.
Shui Anluo looked back and looked at the empty corridor.
It was him, the first to tell himself that the doctor killed, but the corpse guarded the dead.
It was him, the first to tell himself, this place, quietly just to the two of them.