At this time, Zhao Xuan opened the video of Chen An'an's boxing strength test.

Boxing strength 265kg!

"This one is even more rubbish! I used to surpass him with just one toe!"

"Dad..." Zhao Xuan had tears in her eyes, looking at Zhao Hai who looked like he was having a mental illness, "Can't I go with you in the afternoon?"

"Okay!" Zhao Hai felt relieved now. He returned to his usual laziness and continued to eat.

Zhao Xuan looked at Zhao Hai's arrogant and arrogant state, helplessly shook his head, turned around and walked towards the room.

Plop!

He locked the door, opened the quilt, and jumped on the bed, completely burying himself in the quilt, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowww gonna gonna you, okay..."

In her eyes, this father, who sees everyone as trash, is the biggest trash.

But, as his daughter, what else can she do?

Naturally, I tried my best to help him cure his illness!

About ten minutes passed, and after the two tears streaming down her eyes had dried up, she picked up her phone again, looked at the chat history with Chen An'an, and sent a message:

"Chen An'an, my dad doesn't want the cooked land anymore. Can you convince my dad to eat your cooked land?"

She didn't want to refund the money, she wanted Zhao Hai to try the cooked land this time, maybe it would have miraculous effects!

He has experienced this thought thousands of times, but every time after failure, she believed that there must be other ways.

She went to a professional doctor, who said that in Zhao Hai's case, he had suffered severe trauma to his head and spinal cord, and that Western medicine could no longer do anything. Chinese medicine could also treat it based on the theory of replenishing the essence and replenishing the marrow.

Rehmannia glutinosa is the main medicine for replenishing essence and replenishing marrow, so she has been looking at whether she can use Rehmannia glutinosa to cure her father's disease.

She found that Chen Anping did not reply to her message, "Is he exercising again?"

In her eyes, Chen An'an supported himself by going to the mountains to collect herbs every day. He didn't have to work nine to five, and every day was Sunday, which seemed pretty good.

She was a little envious. If it weren't for her...unabashed father, she would have considered becoming a reporter in the outside world.

She was unwilling to give up on her father, even if the hope was slim, she still wanted to give it a try.

Bang!

Opening the door, Zhao Xuan walked out of the room and put on her small backpack.

Before she walked out of the room, she had washed away the tears on her face, put on light makeup, took a deep breath in the mirror, and after she calmed down, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Her smile is very real, natural, and soft, like a ray of sunshine in winter. Although it is not dazzling, it is very comfortable.

"Xuanxuan, let's go!" Zhao Hai lay on the sofa and watched Zhao Xuan come out. He didn't want to delay for a moment.

Zhao Xuan nodded, took out her mobile phone and looked at Chen An'an's chat history.

Chen Anping still did not reply to her message.

"Dad, I'll help you." Zhao Xuan walked to the front of the sofa and supported Zhao Hai's arm with both hands.

Zhao Hai gritted his teeth, and his two withered arms began to exert force. The thorn-like dragon spine was vaguely visible on his back. The moment he stood up, it was like a dinosaur skeleton being lifted up.

Teruhai walked toward the door tremblingly like a Parkinson's patient.

Normally, Zhao Hai hardly goes out and spends all day at home, either drinking heavily or being in a daze.

"Yeah!" He half-squinted his eyes to avoid the sunlight cast from the sky. With Zhao Xuan's help, he staggered onto Zhao Xuan's car.

Zhao Xuan was worried and didn't know where Chen An'an was now, so she dialed Chen An'an's voice communication.

"Hello?" Chen Ping'an, who was exercising in the quarry, heard the ringtone of his cell phone and answered the voice call.

"It's me, Zhao Xuan. Are you at home?"

"Well, I'm at home. What's the matter?"

Zhao Xuan raised her eyes and looked at the rearview mirror. She saw Zhao Hai lying in the back seat with his eyes closed and thinking about something. She took a deep breath and said, "Look at my chat messages."

After that, she hung up the phone.

She picked up her cell phone and started typing: "My dad has a serious disease. I want to cure him, but he wants a refund. We will come over later and hope you can convince him!"

After sending the message, Zhao Xuan started the car.

After an hour's journey, the car stopped at the basketball court.

Chen Anping estimated the time, and just a few minutes after Zhao Xuan's car parked at the basketball court, Chen Anping, wearing a black bunt, returned to the basketball court.

The rear door of the car was already open. It was said that Zhao Hai couldn't stand the small confined space and wanted to get some air.

But it was cold outside, and he couldn't stand it.

"Zhao Xuan, I'm back." Chen An'an saw the worried Zhao Xuan and greeted him with confusion.

In his impression, Zhao Xuan is a cheerful woman, with a light smile on her face all day long, and she looks very comfortable.

"I'm sorry to disturb you." Zhao Xuan looked ashamed. She reached out and stroked some long hair that was blown by the wind in front of the ball's head, and two small dimples were immediately exposed.

"Oh...what does it matter?" Chen Anping smiled and said it didn't matter.

He didn't want to lose such a big customer just like that. It would be the best if she could become a long-term customer!

"Hey, kid!" At this moment, Zhao Hai from the back seat made a cold voice.

Chen An'an frowned and looked at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai's appearance will remain fresh in people's minds just one look at it.

Withered arms, messy hair, unkempt beard, and very shabby clothes.

The most memorable thing was his empty eyes, as if his kidney energy had been drained out.

Zhao Xuan's smile weakened slightly, "This is my dad."

"Hello, uncle." He said hello very safely and politely.

"Boy, you are such a big liar. A pound of cooked land is sold to Xuanxuan for 80 yuan! Do you think I don't know the price of cooked land?"

Chen An'an's smile stopped abruptly. He looked at Zhao Xuan with confusion on his face.

Although Zhao Xuan had already sent a message to tell herself in advance, the amount of information was still too little.

It turns out that this man whose kidneys were emptied was looking for trouble!

Regarding the cooked land that he personally processed, Chen An'an was very confident: "This is a cooked land that is exported to Fusang and Chao countries. I steamed and dried it myself. The price won't be much cheaper. Don't compete with those who are over 20 yuan."

There is no comparison between a pound of rubbish and cooked land!"

Zhao Hai replied disdainfully: "Humph! You're just talking nonsense! I take more medicine than you eat rice. Do you think I don't know what the exported rehmannia looks like!"

"If you know so much, why do you still come here?"

"I don't care!" Zhao Hai acted like a child and shouted, "No matter what, you must get a refund!"

"This..." Zhao Xuan looked at Chen An'an awkwardly. She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Chen An'an: "You think of a way to prevent my dad from refunding the money. I really want my dad to get well soon."

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When Chen An'an saw this news, his heart suddenly felt heavy.

He was also not sure whether the cultivated land he sold to Zhao Xuan could cure Zhao Hai's disease.

But he believed that the blood-red demon flower was very likely to cure Zhao Hai's disease.

However, he is not a fool. It is impossible for him to give his treasure to others if he is not a relative.

Moreover, he was not sure whether these two people would turn around and sell him after getting the treasure!

There was also no way that he would sell the Rehmannia glutinosa dug at the top of the mountain to Zhao Xuan. He vaguely felt that the Rehmannia glutinosa on the top of the mountain might be more useful than the blood-red demon flower!

On the other hand, Zhao Hai looked like he was completely hollowed out. He had encountered many of them when he was a rehabilitation therapist.

"Uncle, this medicine has been sold, there is no reason to return it!" Chen Anping spread his palms and said helplessly.

"Hmph! I don't care. I heard that you are still a good martial artist, with a boxing strength of only 265 kilograms and a 100-meter sprint of 9 seconds and 58 seconds. What a waste!"

When Chen An'an heard what Zhao Hai said, his heart suddenly lit up with anger.

Ordinary people can't break Bolt's world record even if they run for a lifetime, but in the eyes of Zhao Xuan's father, they are all trash?

The biggest waste is Zhao Hai!

"Xuanxuan, take out those cooked fields!" Zhao Hai cursed and ordered to Zhao Xuan.
Chapter completed!