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.,"Who are you" the middle-aged man asked in a cold voice.,"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."。