On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,"Grandpa, you still know to call me! Didn't you say you were going out to take care of some small matters What kind of small matter, it takes three years to fix I thought you kicked the bucket!","Miss, don't listen to him. He's so young, what does he know about medicine Besides, this is the middle of nowhere. Even if he is Hu Lao's grandson, how can we be sure Let's just go home."。