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Listening to Mo Weiran's question, Ling Yuanzhou frowned, still ignored Mo Weiran, and continued to walk forward on his own.

Seeing this, Mo Weiran sighed faintly, and didn't speak anymore.

He knew that Brother Zhou was here for a fragment of an ancient medical scroll, but in the end he didn't take a picture of that fragment.

Mo Weiran could only blindly guess that he might be sad because he didn't get the fragments, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only leave him alone.

Hugging the flowers silently, she followed Ling Yuanzhou.

"Little friend, please wait a moment."

A vicissitudes of life sounded next to his ear, Mo Weiran didn't think he was talking to him, so he lowered his head and continued walking, but Ling Yuanzhou stopped.

Seeing Ling Yuanzhou stop, Mo Weiran also stopped.

They both turned around and looked back, only to see three people standing there, an old man with white beard, followed by a woman in a white robe and a woman in yellow. At this time, the old man with white beard was walking with wind walked towards the two of them.

Seeing the old man's appearance clearly, Ling Yuanzhou was stunned.

This person, he met on the Internet.

Mo Canglan, a world-renowned genius doctor, was once the president of the World Medical Organization, but retired later.

Didn't expect to see him here.

Ling Yuanzhou looked at Mo Canglan excitedly, seeing Mo Canglan getting closer and closer to him, Ling Yuanzhou's heart was in his throat.

Are you calling him?

Did Miracle Doctor Mo see that he also studied medicine?

Could it be that he was accepted as a disciple because of his talent?

The more he thought about it, the more agitated Ling Yuanzhou's expression became, and there was a bit of excitement in his usual desolate expression.

Mo Canglan had already walked in front of the two of them, Ling Yuanzhou recovered his voice, and was about to say hello, "Mo..."

As soon as he uttered a word, Mo Canglan interrupted, "Little friend, do you sell these flowers?"

Mo Canglan was already standing in front of Mo Weiran, looking at Mo Weiran with a slightly excited expression.

Mo Weiran did not expect that the old man was actually talking to him. Hearing what the old man said, Mo Weiran was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head, "Sorry, this flower is not mine, I raised it for a friend."

Mo Canglan was a little disappointed when he heard that, but he still asked a little bit unwillingly, "Is it really not for sale? Or, can you ask your friends if they are for sale? The price is negotiable."

Seeing this, Mo Weiran immediately replied, "Sorry, it's not for sale."

Flowers that can resist all evil spirits must be very important to the eldest lady, so of course they cannot be sold.

When Mo Canglan heard it, he let out a long sigh of disappointment, "I'm bothering you."

"No, it's all right." Mo Weiran was a little socially obsessed, and he was somewhat unable to respond to the politeness of a strange old man.

He nodded embarrassingly at Mo Canglan, and was about to step away, seeing Ling Yuanzhou staring at Mo Canglan and not intending to leave, Mo Weiran lowered his voice, and whispered to Ling Yuanzhou: "Brother Zhou, let's go."

Unexpectedly, Ling Yuanzhou still had no intention of leaving, but looked at Mo Canglan, "Hi, Mr. Mo, I..."

Before Ling Yuanzhou finished speaking, he was interrupted again, "Where did you get this flower?"

The woman in ancient white clothes walked up to Mo Weiran in a few steps, staring at Mo Weiran sternly.

Mo Weiran frowned invisibly, hugged the flower, and subconsciously took two steps back, "My friend gave it to me."

"What's your friend's name?" The questioning tone made people uncomfortable.