allonlinenovel Chapter 223 He's face-blind
Chapter 223 He's face-blind
That day, Zhou Quan made a special trip to the clinic.
"Dr. Xiao, we have already posted the portrait, but no one has come to the yamen to identify the person in the past few days."
Zhou Quan frowned, looking quite troubled.
"Officer Zhou, don't worry, someone might come in a few days."
Ye Xiaoxiao comforted him, though she herself wasn't sure. Perhaps the old man had misremembered; maybe his apprentice wasn't even in Qifeng Town.
She had observed the old man's symptoms over the past few days and found them to be quite strange. He would wake up the next day and not recognize anyone, but it couldn't be said that he didn't recognize everyone.
He recognized her, but not Bai Qing or Manager Yan.
Ye Xiaoxiao had never heard of such symptoms before.
"I hope so. Thank you for your hard work these past few days, Dr. Xiao." Zhou Quan had other official duties to attend to, so he quickly said a few words to Xiao Xiao and left.
While the two were talking, Manager Yan next door received a letter.
He was shocked after reading the contents of the letter.
He quickly folded the letter, tucked it into his bosom, and turned to go to the clinic.
"Xiao Xiao, where is that old man?" Manager Yan asked, his expression agitated and somewhat flustered.
"Bai Qing took him to buy braised pork hock. What's wrong with Manager Yan? Do you need to see him?" Ye Xiaoxiao didn't understand why Manager Yan's expression was so strange.
"That old man... Xiao Xiao, you are..." Manager Yan was a little incoherent.
Ye Xiaoxiao poured him a cup of tea: "Manager Yan, please don't be in a hurry."
Manager Yan downed his drink in one gulp, took a deep breath, and realized that he was getting old and his mind would cloud his judgment when he got excited, leaving him speechless.
"I just received a letter from my nephew Yu."
"Young Master Yu Qingchuan?" Ye Xiaoxiao had almost forgotten about this person.
"He said his master came to Qifeng Town alone and asked us to keep an eye out for him."
"His master?"
Manager Yan took out the letter and handed it to Ye Xiaoxiao, indicating that she should take a look herself.
Ye Xiaoxiao took the letter, unfolded it, and read it aloud.
"I like braised pork hock..."
"He suffers from prosopagnosia...unless someone catches his eye...he can't remember what other people look like..."
He calls himself a 'little old man'...
As Ye Xiaoxiao looked at the string of words, a face gradually appeared in her mind...
As soon as she looked away from the letter, she saw that familiar face appear at the entrance of the clinic, holding two braised pork knuckles in one hand and enjoying them immensely.
His beard was covered in sauce, but it didn't affect his performance at all.
Ye Xiaoxiao simply couldn't reconcile the image of this unsightly and even somewhat slovenly person with that of Yu Qingchuan, a refined gentleman with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Are the two of them really master and disciple?
This was the first time Manager Yan had ever seen Daoist Qianji eat braised pork knuckle. When he saw the other man holding up four braised pork knuckles, his eyes were vacant, and he stood there stunned as if he had lost his mind.
this......
This, this, this...
Is this the Thousand Machines Taoist? Could there be a mistake?
He had originally thought the other party would be a long-bearded, otherworldly, and ethereal immortal.
He does have a long beard, if you ignore the sauce stuck to it.
However, the other party doesn't possess any of the qualities of an immortal being or someone who is otherworldly and detached from worldly affairs!
Manager Yan: Seeing is believing, the ancients were right.
"Xiao Xiao, my disciple, here, have a braised pork knuckle for you. You can only have one!" Daoist Qianji stretched out a greasy hand, holding two greasy pork knuckles in his hand.
Ye Xiaoxiao was filled with confusion when she heard how she addressed her: "What did you call me? Xiaoxiao's disciple?!"
Qianji Daoren suddenly covered his mouth. Oh no, the braised pork knuckle smelled too good, and he accidentally let it slip.
He originally wanted to observe her for a few more days before clarifying their relationship.
But it doesn't matter. The more he looks at this apprentice, the more he likes him; the more he sees him, the more promising he seems. That brat Qingchuan has done something reliable for him.
Ye Xiaoxiao finally understood. Based on what Yu Qingchuan said in the letter, the old man in front of her did not have dementia at all, but was simply face blind!
But what's going on with this apprentice?
"Did that kid Qingchuan give you a sandalwood waist token?"
Ye Xiaoxiao nodded, but she didn't bring it with her.
"That's right!" Daoist Qianji clapped his hands and laughed, explaining, "That day, I gave the waist token to Qingchuan and instructed him to be fully responsible for the matter of me taking on my last disciple. If he meets a suitable one, he can give the waist token to that person, and that will be considered as them entering the sect of my Qianji Mountain."
"Dr. Xiao, this is wonderful! You will be a disciple of Qianji Mountain from now on!"
Seeing how excited they were, Ye Xiaoxiao thought, "I haven't even agreed to become their apprentice yet!"
She asked, "Is Qianji Mountain very powerful?"
The radiant-faced Taoist Qianji almost choked on the pork knuckle.
"Cough cough cough—cough cough cough—"
Manager Yan nodded with a serious expression. It wasn't just impressive, it was extremely impressive!
Ye Xiaoxiao poured a cup of tea for the coughing old man, Qianji.
"This old man has already drunk the apprenticeship tea. From today onwards, you are my disciple, Daoist Qianji! Junior Sister of Qianji Mountain!"
Ye Xiaoxiao did not object; Ah Jing was destined for great things in the future.
Their own abilities are certainly more important, but having a powerful backer is also nice! Hehehe!
The night after Qianji Daoren accepted his disciple, he left behind a letter and several medical books, saying he wanted to try some braised pork hock from another place.
Ye Xiaoxiao was both amused and exasperated as she read the letter.
Only Qianji Daoist knew that if he didn't run away soon, Qingchuan would catch up with him. If he returned to Qianji Mountain, he wouldn't be able to enjoy his delicious braised pork knuckle.
......
Today, Ye Xiaoxiao had some free time, so she went to visit Qian Ruoyun, who was being kept at home by Madam Qian.
When Qian Ruoyun saw Ye Xiaoxiao arrive, two lines of tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
"Xiao Xiao! Waaaaaah—"
Qian Ruoyun seemed to have found an outlet for her emotions, and her initial wailing turned into silent sobbing.
Ye Xiaoxiao handed her a handkerchief and waited for her to calm down.
Qian Ruoyun's once round face had become thinner, indicating that she had indeed been having a difficult time lately.
"Xiao Xiao, why does my mother suddenly want to arrange a marriage for me? I've never even met him, and I don't know anything about his character, yet she wants to marry me off without any proper understanding. Waaaaah—"
With red eyes, Qian Ruoyun recounted her accusations, and when she got to the heartbreaking part, she couldn't help but cry again.
Ye Xiaoxiao comforted her for a moment, and then the maid outside called the two of them to have lunch.
Qian Ruoyun was still angry with Madam Qian and refused to go.
"I'm not going! I have no appetite!"
The maid Xi'er advised, "Miss, Madam has gone out today and won't be having lunch at home."
Qian Ruoyun and Ye Xiaoxiao then set off for the dining room.
At the dinner table, Ye Xiaoxiao didn't want to be too impolite, but she couldn't help but twitch her lips.
She just couldn't understand it.
What's going on at the Qian family lately?