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It was still dawn and Mr. Xue was still dreaming. There was something hot and moist licking on his face. He didn't even need to open his eyes as he reached out his hand and pushed away the bun: "Steamed Bun!"

"Woof!"

Oh, and this voice, and soy milk! However, this time, not only Mr. Xue, even the licorice plant was awake!

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Licorice rubbed her eyes and sat up. Mr. Xue stretched lazily, pushed away the steamed buns and soy milk with all his might and got up, "It's okay, these four guys have seen me and wanted me to take a walk."

The youtiao was already walking around the door in excitement. It looked at Mr. Xue and happily jumped up and down a few times to express its desire to go out. Even the usually calm Steamed Bun Jun was standing by the door, looking at him. However, he didn't seem as impatient as the youtiao.

Liquorice suddenly said, "So that's how it is. Was it because they knew that your body wasn't feeling well two days ago that they didn't disturb you? "

Mr. Xue nodded proudly and happily: "It should be so."

"It really is the professional Dog, able to understand human nature."

"You're too smart. You can't even be lazy."

Mr. Xue complained on the surface, but his actions were very straightforward. The licorice also stood up and told Mr. Xue, "My husband is weak, but you should be careful not to get any wind. Wear thicker clothes. If you feel tired, you must rest."

"Okay, remember, thank you, licorice."

Liquorice smiled and shook his head. Mr. Xue put on his clothes and carried the four dogs' backpacks as he followed the dog out. This was the first time he had stepped out of the door since passing through the Tang Dynasty.

The Clinic was very spacious. There was a small door in the middle of the two three-way courtyard, and all of it was within the range of the Clinic. Mr. Xue followed the doctor's instructions and slowly walked away, leaving the lively steamed bun and the almost driven youtiao running in front of him.

The steamed bun followed the two of them leisurely. From time to time, it would turn its head to look at Mr. Xue, as if it was concerned about whether he could keep up with them. The gentle soy milk was right beside Mr. Xue. It jogged a few steps and then came back. It walked beside Mr. Xue's legs for a while and always followed beside Mr. Xue.

Mr. Xue rubbed soy milk on his head and told Steamed Bun and youtiao not to go too far. After shouting, he looked around. His Clinic was very close to the army camp, only a few hundred meters away, and even though it was called a military camp, it was only a row of neat bungalows that took up a considerable amount of space.

Mr. Xue didn't want to cause any misunderstandings, so he controlled the dogs to stay away from him. He just accompanied the four dogs around for a while.

It was indeed a mountain with dense forests. Compared to the modern era, the environment here was not bad at all. Separated by a large piece of farmland, many houses could be vaguely seen in the distance. It was unknown whether or not it was a village.

There was a small river beside the village. It seemed like it came from the mountains. The environment was really good. Unlike the modern era, this area was densely populated and had long been devoid of such good environmental conditions.

The soldier on duty looked over here several times. Mr. Xue called the dogs over and returned to Clinic's courtyard. He took out a toy from his dog bag and began to bitterly wander around the game — —

Throw tennis balls at the steamed buns!

Throw a knot into the soy milk!

Throw a Frisbee at the youtiao!

Throw a bone toy to Steamed Bun!

Having a pet was as painful and joyful as that. A dog friend who he had met online once said that he had forgotten what it felt like to be lazy ever since he had raised a dog!

Mr. Xue threw it bitterly, but he was overjoyed at the licorice that came back to make breakfast. Seeing Mr. Xue threw one, the other came back with a toy in his mouth, begging to be thrown again, laughing so hard that he fell down.

Mr. Xue silently rolled his eyes. But who told him to raise four dogs at once? A dog of its own must fulfill its duty and duty of raising a dog with tears in its eyes.

Mr. Xue was covered in sweat. He looked at the licorice with interest and curiosity. Without any hesitation, he dragged the humans to throw the toys and gave him the steamed buns and soy milk with the best temperament. He let him experience the soreness of a human throwing machine.

However, it was obvious that they didn't feel bitter. After throwing it away, they still expressed interest. The dogs were simply too adorable.

Mr. Xue: "..."

So, Mr. Xue will feel tired. It must be because his body hasn't recovered, right?

The licorice went to prepare breakfast. Mr. Xue boiled a basin of hot water and had a good bath. He said hello to the licorice root, took a wooden box and went to the next yard.

In the house next door, there were many herbs piled up. Physician Liu and a group of young people dressed in brown were tidying up.

Seeing Mr. Xue come over, he quickly asked: "Why is Mr. Xue here? This old man is currently tidying up the medicinal herbs. There's a cloud of dust in the air. Don't come over here and dirty your clothes. "

Mr. Xue put down the wooden box, cupped his fist and bowed, "Physician Liu is busy with many things, so I won't beat around the bush. Let's cut to the chase. These days, thanks to Physician Liu's diagnosis and treatment, can restore health. I am grateful, but I have come from far away and have no treasure, so I can only send some food to express my gratitude. I hope that you can accept this small gift and the doctor's order, and not turn your back on it. "

Then he picked up the wooden box and placed it in front of him. Physician Liu was startled and was about to come over, but Mr. Xue quickly waved his hands and said: "Physician Liu is busy with something, so you don't have to come over. The items will be left here later than usual. Just pay attention to them and leave. I will wait for Physician Liu to come back later. "

With that, he turned around and returned to the yard next door.

Perhaps it was because he was sorry for receiving Mr. Xue's gift, but Physician Liu brought his eldest disciple along to eat with Mr. Xue and Liu Gan.

Physician Liu didn't act pretentious. He smiled and said, "The noodles and sugar that my husband has given me are very rare and quite beneficial to the injured. I should not have accepted my husband's gift, it's just that it's too rare, or perhaps there are wounded people who lost too much blood.

Physician Liu was going to stay. When he met severe patients, he would give them the medicine without a shred of selfishness.

Such kindness made Mr. Xue extremely impressed. He couldn't help but recall a line he had read online —

A husband doctor cannot be trusted unless he is benevolent; he cannot be trusted unless he is intelligent and rational; he cannot be trusted unless he is clean and honest.

Although it was impossible for all doctors from ancient times to be people with such strong character, Physician Liu was exactly such a person.

Sometimes, Mr. Xue wondered, why did the ancients adhere to such principles? Compared to the egoism of many modern people, many of the ancients revered altruism.

The Confucian, Mo, and Physicians, among other things, advocated altruism. Generation after generation, they came one after another in order to persevere. It is the persistence and sacrifice of generations after generations that will allow us to have the majestic Hua Xia of our later generations.

"Mr. Xue!"

Mr. Xue, who was lost in thought, was called back to reality by Physician Liu's eldest disciple. Mr. Xue had unwittingly gotten into the habit of diverging the thoughts of otaku once again.

Physician Liu's eldest disciple was called Cheng, who was about twenty years old, and was a few years younger than Mr. Xue. He had already made a family, and his family lived here at Weize Pass.

Although he was young, he had already married and was still Mr. Xue, who was alone. He always had the feeling of inferiority that he was just a weak chicken, still a small piece of meat before he transmigrated but still turned old in an instant.

The difference in their mentality was too big. Mr. Xue wanted to be quiet. What? You ask who Jing Jing is? I don't know him.

Cheng, who had a gentle temperament, spoke slowly and with good temperament, "My master asked my husband if he was married?"

Mr. Xue clasped his hands in embarrassment and said honestly, "I once had a fiancee, but unfortunately died, so I didn't get married."

Hearing Mr. Xue's story of not getting married yet, Physician Liu and Cheng Qianxia both looked at Mr. Xue sympathetically. Mr. Xue was baffled!

"My senior brother is twenty-one this year, the eldest son is already four years old, the second son is two years old, and there's even a baby girl."

F * ck!

Mr. Xue, who was single, felt like he had been dealt 10,000 damage!