Yun Zhou pointed to the oil paper and cloth wrapped around the pig's trotters. He didn't say anything, but his meaning was clear. It was wrapped tightly and not dirty! He used to like to sleep with food in his arms, which made his clothes full of grease. Now he has improved.

You are smart and know how to wrap it up before hugging it.

I was just about to reiterate that food cannot be brought to the bed when I sensed someone approaching our room and quickly made a silent gesture to Yunzhou.

He could understand the simple gestures, so he secretly picked up the pig's trotter and put it in his arms.

I had something to do and didn't have time to talk to him, so I laid him down while I went back to the chair to meditate.

Four people came outside. They were good at Qinggong, but the target was not our room.

They stopped at the door of 'An Daxia'. Ximen Wuhen must have sensed someone approaching. He was already standing at the door of their room, waiting for the movements of the four people outside the door.

The people outside didn't know what they were doing at the door of 'An Daxia'. They stood for a while and then retreated.

My superpower can sense their presence and know the number of life energy groups, but I can't see what they did specifically. I only know that they squatted down, maybe they put something under the door.

Maybe it's a secret message, maybe it's a token, or something else.

The four of them seemed to be here to deliver something, but one person was enough to deliver something, and there was no room for anything larger than a book to be stuffed under the door.

Why do four people come together?

After the four people left, the inn fell into calm again, and the residents were having a good dream.

Yunzhou fell asleep again while hugging the pig's trotters. Ximen Wuhen also left the door and went back to the house.

After dawn, 'An Daxia' went out at the same time as us and went downstairs to have breakfast.

He was very strange today and didn't bother Xiaojiao to treat her illness.

The whole person looked bad, and I saw a strange thing behind him.

This thing is not on his clothes, but in his body, but it is not a parasitic living thing.

I stared at his back and didn't look back until I reached the hall.

Except for Yun Zhou, everyone else on our side noticed that I was staring at 'An Daxia', and everyone looked confused, but no one asked.

'An Daxia' didn't seem to feel anything. He straightened up and walked downstairs. When everyone in the hall saw him coming, they all stood up and invited him to sit with them.

But 'An Daxia' was acting aloof today, and no one paid any attention to him, sitting alone at an empty table.

The residents were wondering why An Daxia, who was so approachable and chatting and laughing with them yesterday, was ignoring them today?

But I can see clearly that his abnormal attitude today is related to something behind him.

This thing is not alive, but it has a great impact on living creatures.

Although it is lifeless, it is absorbing the vitality of 'An Daxia'.

I subconsciously kept my distance from him, avoided him and sat somewhere further away.

Others couldn't see this, but someone was still holding hot tea and took the initiative to move his seat to sit at the same table as An Daxia.

They all praised An Daxia's medicine. After eating it, they felt energetic and energetic. They wanted to buy some for their relatives and friends.

Daxia An didn't say a word, and he didn't even care about the breakfast the waiter brought to the table.

His back was straight and he was sitting upright without moving his chopsticks. Even the dullest person would feel that something was wrong.

The waiter enthusiastically asked if the food was not to your liking and could be replaced with something else.

An Daxia turned his neck, stared at the waiter and asked, "Are there any live chickens?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Our chickens, ducks and geese are guaranteed to be the freshest. They were killed this morning. Would you like some chicken soup?"

Daxia An shook his head stiffly and said, "Bring it up directly."

The waiter had such a high sense of service that he didn't ask any other questions. He turned back to the kitchen and brought out a live chicken for An Daxia.

Inns cannot keep these things. The guest experience of a high-end 'hotel' is most important. If you keep some poultry in the backyard, their cries will disturb the guests.

To ensure that the ingredients are fresh, they are all delivered early in the morning by the vegetable vendor. Vegetables, fruits, and meat are all delivered to the inn by the vendor at dawn.

In the morning, the residents had a light meal and did not have much demand for chicken, duck, and fish.

So the waiter can bring out live chickens when he goes to the kitchen.

Everyone around them stopped what they were doing and watched what An Daxia would do next.

I saw him grabbing a live chicken, snapping it, and biting off the chicken's neck.

Blood splashed on his face, and he sucked the chicken blood in big mouths without even realizing it.

After sucking the blood, he cut open the belly of the chicken and took out the internal organs and stuffed them into his mouth.

He ate so deliciously that all the onlookers around him vomited.

Only Yunzhou was not affected because he didn't pay much attention to others when eating, only paying attention to the food in front of him.

Ximen Wuhen was also weird. He stared at Daxia An with interest, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with eating live chicken.

However, Yue Nanxiang and Manager Zhang lost their appetite, and when they saw the food in front of them, they immediately lost their flavor.

The two of them packed the food and took it upstairs to eat. To protect them, Ximen Wuhen also took his share upstairs.

I was eating with Yunzhou downstairs. When the guest vomited, the waiter and the boss quickly came forward to apologize.

I observed the two of them carefully and found that they were not very surprised by An Daxia's behavior of eating live chickens.

There is a certain amount of pretending, but in fact there is no disturbance in my heart.

The other residents were frightened. Yesterday, An Daxia was normal. Why did he eat live chicken this morning?

The innkeeper's explanation for this was that a strange man must have his quirks, and it was good enough that he didn't eat boys and girls.

The boss's explanation did not reassure the other residents. They looked at An Daxia's behavior as if he was a monster.

Someone asked to check out, and the innkeeper immediately agreed. He also asked them not to spread what they saw, which would damage the reputation of the inn.

Regardless of whether Daxia An is a monster or not, the fact that there is a monster in Fenglai Inn is enough to affect business.

The guests who checked out assured the boss that they were strict with their words and would never make any noise.

But according to my observation, these people who are leaving are the ones who love gossiping and are strict-mouthed? Maybe they are not leaking information from all sides!

The innkeeper should also know that these people are regular customers, and he will not understand their personalities.

By blasting some loudspeakers, do you want everyone to know that Daxia An is a monster?

Is this his purpose?

It's not impossible. People's opinions can make gold, but accumulation can destroy bones.

If everyone spreads that Daxia An is a monster that eats heart and blood, Daxia An will soon be renamed Demon Tou An.

I don't care much about reputation. Daxia An is like a big stone, weighing on people's heads. He has many worries when doing things.

The situation with Demon An is different. He can do whatever he wants. No matter how bad he is, he can only eat people.

I no longer paid attention to 'An Daxia', and after dinner with Yunzhou, I sent him back to his room upstairs. I changed my clothes again and went out to go around the city government office.

When I was going out, I happened to meet a few guests who had checked out of their rooms, packed their things, and were getting ready to load their cars and leave.

When they saw me changing my clothes and going out, out of their gossipy nature, they looked at me and asked:

"Are you a female doctor?"

In this world, male doctors do not have specific attire, but female doctors do have a dress code.

It is very similar to a modern apron. It is tied at the back and is pure white in color. Women of other statuses will not wear such pure white aprons.

In this world where a good job is not as good as a good marriage, women, whether active or passive, are not very optimistic about the career of female doctors.

Because you can't get a high status even if you work for a lifetime.

In the inner palace of the harem, they are linked to many obscure secrets and have always been considered a shady profession.

When the residents of Bagua saw me dressed like this, their souls of Bagua immediately burned.

Before I could answer, they started talking to themselves.

Said that I look nothing like a female doctor, but more like a woman walking around in the world...

They didn't say what she was, but she was just a female devil or something like that.

My appearance is equal to my personality. Who knows that I have facial paralysis? I can't even put on an amiable smile.

They had seen me and An Daxia quarrel over our medical skills, so they naturally accepted the fact that I was a female doctor.

I wore a white apron and walked around the city government office. Several streets there were very lively.

I pretended to buy some medical books and things that doctors would use.

Ask the owner of a nearby shop where you can set up a stall to go to the clinic.

I told them that I was from out of town and wanted to make some money with my craft.

After asking around, the answers I got were all no. Female doctors can only treat women, but women in this world don't see doctors on the street.

There has never been a medical clinic run by a female doctor on the street. Palaces, nobles, and wealthy families all employ female family doctors.

There are very few female doctors who treat patients alone outside the home. Occasionally, they treat patients at their own homes, and female patients go to the female doctor's home for treatment.
To be continued...