Hearing the sound, someone immediately started to talk about it:

"So amazing?"

"Can a few needles solve the problem of blood vessel blockage?"

"I know that blood vessels are blocked. The blood is viscous and forms a thrombus. Once there are too many thrombus, it falls into the blood vessels and blocks the blood vessels, and people are prone to stroke."

"What is stroke?"

"A stroke!"

"Now many people are so sick, but they didn't expect that acupuncture would be useful."

"It depends on whoever has the needle."

"Is this an old Chinese doctor?"

Han Yinyin listened to everyone's discussion and thought of the slightly old voice when Fu Yufeng talked with the genius doctor An San last night.

She immediately stepped forward and asked politely: "Hello, are you Mr. An San'an?"

The ‘Old Man’ glanced at Han Yinyin with displeasure, and left with his hands behind his back.

Han Yinyin thought of the strange doctor An San mentioned by Fu Yufeng, and immediately chased after him: "Mr. An, please stay."

An San paused his steps behind his back and glanced at Han Yinyin with dissatisfaction: "I said, you little girl, can you speak? Who is the old man? Ah? Who is the old man?"

Han Yinyin immediately realized that An San was not convinced of his old age and did not want others to call him an old man. She immediately said politely: "You are not old, you are experienced, so I didn't find a suitable name to call you."

"You can call me An San, who is so kind and looks young." An San said.

"Yes, the San Divine Doctor An." Han Yinyin immediately followed the good deeds and shouted politely.

An San was unhappy again: "What miracle doctor? Ah? What miracle doctor? Who is the miracle doctor?"

Han Yinyin immediately understood that the miracle Doctor An San did not like the false reputation of a miracle Doctor, so he politely shouted: "Mr. An San."

"Who is the gentleman? Ah?" An San was about to go wild.

Han Yinyin was afraid of angering An San, so she immediately shouted politely: "Hello An San."

An San glared at Han Yinyin angrily: "Things are big or small, get out!"

After scolding him, he left angrily with his hands behind his back.

He doesn't look like a miracle doctor, but rather like a stern teacher who is so angry that he is blown away by his students.

Han Yinyin was also full of anger. This was not a quirk of personality, it was a disease, a brain was blister, it was not possible to call the old man, it was not possible to call the miracle doctor, it was not possible to call the gentleman, it was not possible to call the gentleman, it was not possible to call him the name directly. Could it be that she wanted to call him? Is mentally retarded?

Unfortunately, she had something to ask for and wanted to have a good relationship with An San, so she chased after her with a shy face: "Doctor An San!"

An San glared at Han Yinyin: "I will stab you with a needle again. Why? I am afraid that others will not know? I am afraid that I will spend two days of peace? Ah? I can't even feel at ease when I come to the farmhouse to have a farm stay. I am so annoying."

Han Yinyin's eyes were spinning.

She probably understood that An San wanted to be quiet, and An San was still greedy.

Just have a preference.

A light of confidence flashed in her eyes, and she immediately greeted her: "An San, I know where is the best food in this farm."

She was glad that she had done her homework before she came.

Sure enough, when An San heard the food, he couldn't walk anymore. He turned around and his eyes lit up: "What kind of food? Is there any beggar chicken? Are they chickens that are killed now, wrapped in fresh lotus leaves, and then fresh mud dug out of the field, then dig a hole in the mountain, buried it, and roast it with dead branches?"

"Yes." Han Yinyin immediately responded when she saw An San's eyes shining.

Just beggar chicken, she can immediately ask the people in the farm to prepare.

"When can I eat it?" An San asked.

Han Yinyin said: "It will be fine soon, Doctor An, I will arrange for someone to go baking immediately. We will find a place to sit down and drink tea. What do you think?"

"When will it be roasted? I'll watch them roast." An San said and pushed his reading glasses upwards.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now. Doctor An, where will I come to find you after I have arranged it?" Han Yinyin asked politely.

An San didn't care about Han Yinyin calling him a miracle doctor. He took out an elderly machine and handed it to Han Yinyin: "Save my number and call me later."

Han Yinyin was happy and immediately took An San's cell phone respectfully. After saving the phone, she quickly returned the phone to An San.

An San put the old man in his pocket and walked towards the farmland with his hands behind his back.

Han Yinyin looked at An San's back, with a slightly curled lips, and a confident light flashed in her eyes. Apart from her weird temper, there was nothing special about An San. She was an ordinary old man who liked to watch the fun and enjoyed food.

She immediately called the person in charge of the farm and asked someone to prepare to beg for the beggar.

The person in charge agreed immediately.

Han Yinyin also made An San's request to roast freshly, use fresh chicken, fresh lotus leaves, and fresh soil, and go to the mountain to dig the pit and bury the chicken before starting to roast.

The person in charge responded one by one and said that he would arrange for the chef to bake.

Han Yinyin asked the chef who was responsible to contact her, and she wanted to participate in the whole process.

Later, Han Yinyin received a call from the chef and asked her to go to the kitchen.

After Han Yinyin went, the chef began to kill chickens.

The chef acted quickly and processed the chicken in a few minutes. He immediately marinated the ingredients and wrapped them with lotus leaves.

Han Yinyin immediately recorded a video and took photos, so as not to avoid the weird old man not approving of the production process in a while.

After the work was done, Han Yinyin followed the chef to dig a hole in the mountain.

After burying the chicken, the chef picked up the firewood and started roasting it.

Han Yinyin thought that the kitchen had done everything she should have, and then just cook the fire. She asked the chef: "Master, can I bake this by myself?"

If she could bake it by herself, she could get close to An San set alone.

"Yes, but you have to keep roasting for at least an hour and the fire cannot be turned off. Pick up all the firewood of such thickness, don't touch them after burning, just let them spread on the mud."

"Okay." Han Yinyin wanted to bake for a longer time.

"Remember, it will take at least an hour, otherwise the chicken will not be cooked." The kitchen explained again.

"Okay." Han Yinyin answered.

"Then I'll go down? Can you be alone?" the chef asked.

"Yes, I'll let my friends come over and bake them together," said Han Yinyin.

"Okay, call me if you have something to do, and there is something to do in my kitchen." The chef said as he walked down the mountain.

Han Yinyin called An San while picking up firewood.

She suddenly realized that the phone had no signal.

She looked around and saw that it was a mountain with trees everywhere.

She could see the situation at the foot of the mountain, and she could even see An San standing on the field trunk with her hands behind her back to watch others catch crayfish.

Han Yinyin rolled her eyes: "This old man actually likes pastoral life."

She shook her phone, added two more firewood to the fire to check the phone's signal.

There was no signal, and she walked around with her cell phone, hoping to find a place with signal to call An San, ask him to come over and roast chicken with her, and then she can chat together.

Suddenly, the leaves in the bushes made a rustling sound.

Han Yinyin's heart suddenly tightened. There should be no wild beasts appearing on such a small mountain, right?
Chapter completed!