Mu Qingge watched Mr. Cheng and Qin Ziqing hurriedly walk to the place where everyone was watching, and said lightly: "I met Mr. Cheng when Rong Jue and I went to your house that day, and I heard that his Yirentang is recruiting apprentices, if I guess correctly, Miss Qin should be Mr. Cheng's apprentice." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Wouldn't it?!" Hua Yiran was taken aback, "Isn't Mr. Cheng very demanding of apprentices, how many doctors in the imperial city who can already diagnose patients' pulses are willing to give him an apprentice, Qin Ziqing doesn't seem to understand anything, why would Mr. Cheng let Qin Ziqing be his apprentice?"

Mu Qingge's eyes narrowed, "Miss Qin doesn't understand medicine?"

"How can you understand?" Hua Yiran pouted, "Medical skills are very popular in any country, and those who understand medicine are especially respected, but medical skills are not something that anyone can learn if they want to." ”

Mu Qingge listened, and her lips hooked.

She put down her chopsticks, leisurely drank a cup of tea, and said, "Why don't we go and have a look?"

This time, Hua Yiran seemed a little unhappy, but still nodded, "Okay." ”

Mr. Cheng and Qin Ziqing obviously came for the son of the Imperial Doctor, and as soon as they came, they pushed through the crowd and entered.

The crowd was dense, and everyone was very curious about the situation inside, and Mu Qingge and Hua Yiran wasted a lot of effort before pushing away the crowd and walking in.

As soon as he entered, Mu Qingge saw a man with a fat head and big ears, and his facial features were crowded together, lying on the ground, with a strong smell of stinky wine on his body, a pool of blood lying on his mouth, little breathing, and a colorless face. In this way, he is no longer as simple as ordinary stomach bleeding.

Mu Qingge thought so, looked at Mr. Cheng and Qin Ziqing, and found that their faces were very solemn, and Mr. Cheng had been pinching the man's wrist to check the pulse.

Mu Qingge held his forehead and sighed slightly.

At a glance, you can see what is going on, what is the pulse, use the time to probe the medicine and feed the medicine, it should have stopped the bleeding.

Mu Qingge stood on the side for a while, Mr. Cheng was still probing the pulse, this almost static movement made Mu Qingge feel sleepy inexplicably, yawned, Lala Hua Yiran, and said, "There's nothing to see, let's go." ”

After that, it's like walking with Hua Yiran.

Just at this time, a middle-aged couple stumbled away from the crowd and ran in. Hua Yiran tugged at Mu Qingge's clothes and pouted, "This is Lord Yushi and his wife." As soon as the Yushi couple came in, they saw their son spitting blood from his mouth, lying on the ground with a colorless face, and his body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Mrs. Yushi immediately burst into tears, "Mr. Cheng, I, my son ......"

Mr. Cheng's gentle face flashed helplessness, and he sighed: "This stomach is a vicious disease, Cheng is afraid that there is nothing Cheng can do, Ling Gongzi's stomach is too sudden and too serious......"

"Mr. Cheng, save my son!" When Lord Yushi and Mrs. Yushi heard that they were going to kneel down for Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng hurriedly supported them, and said helplessly: "Lord Yushi, Mrs. Yushi, it's not that Cheng doesn't want to save it, but that he has such a serious stomach loss, and there is really no elixir in the world that can save him!" Mu Qingge's eyes were sharp when he heard this, and he pulled the corners of his mouth with his hands on his chest.

Mrs. Yushi's face suddenly turned dead white, her body was shaky, and she was about to faint, but Lord Yushi was embarrassed to hold her.

Hua Yiran sighed: "Alas, it's also pitiful for the white-headed man to send the black-headed man." ”

"There is something to hate in the wretched. Mu Qingge said lightly: "Didn't you also say that he was a loser, so you sympathized with him?"

At first glance, the prince of the imperial history knew that it was not a good thing, not to mention the smell of stinky wine on his body, his face was swollen, his lips and complexion were not normal, and he knew at a glance that he was overindulgent, unrestrained, too much wine and meat, and his body had already collapsed.

"Lord Yushi is dozens of years old, just such a son, if the son is gone, it is estimated that the family will decline. Mu Qingge looked at the man with a fat head and big ears, his eyes darkened, and he secretly thought, such a person, even if he survives, it is estimated that it will be useless, but I am afraid that he will be tired of his parents.

"There's nothing to see anymore, let's go. Mu Qingge pulled Hua Yiran away.

Hua Yiran nodded, and was pulled away by Mu Qingge. Although she was very arrogant, she was hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and sighed: "It seems that the Imperial History Mansion is really going to hold a funeral this time." ”

Mu Qingge couldn't cry or laugh, "How do you know that he will definitely die?"

"Didn't Mr. Cheng say that he couldn't do anything about it?" Hua Yiran said: "Mr. Cheng is a miracle doctor, he can't save it, there should be no one in this world who can do this." ”

Mu Qingge's eyes flashed, she didn't answer, and glanced at her: "Don't you want something to happen to that prince of the imperial history?" "The Huawang Mansion in Yuzhulin is actually not the real Huawang Mansion. The real Huawang Mansion is next door, and our ancestors' tablets and everything are there. Hua Yiran thought of something, bit his lip, and said: "My father's birthday is only these two days, although he can't come back, but his birthday is next door to the funeral, I always feel very uncomfortable." ”

When Mu Qingge heard this, she suddenly remembered Hua Yiran's suddenly thin family, and remembered the huge empty mansion where there were only her and Hua Lao.

Mu Qingge sighed secretly, and when Hua Yiran sat down, she excused herself to go out. She was back soon after.

As soon as she came back and sat down, Mr. Cheng apologized to Lord Yushi and his wife, and then picked up the medicine box and was about to leave with Qin Ziqing.

"Mr. Cheng, think of a way again, my son ......"

Before Lord Yushi's words fell, a seven or eight-year-old child who looked very smart squeezed through the crowd with a smile and walked in, holding a few pills of different colors in his hand, and a medicine bottle in his hand, and said to Lord Yushi crisply: "Lord Yushi, someone asked me to give these to you." ”

Lord Yushi and Mrs. Yushi looked at the medicine in the child's hand, and were stunned for a moment, "This, this is ......"

"Someone told me that your son-in-law has drunk this potion now, and he will be fine if he takes it again in two quarters of an hour. The child said crisply: "Be quick, more than a quarter of an hour, your son-in-law will be hopeless." ”

Mr. Cheng frowned without a trace, and paused as he left.

Hearing the child's words, Lord Goshi and Mrs. Goshi immediately reached out and took the medicine in the child's hand.

But they still didn't dare to believe a child rashly, and asked with a cold brow: "Who gave you this medicine?"

"I don't know. The child said, "A sister gave it to me." With that, the child staggered and slipped away.

"This ......" Lord Yushi and Mrs. Goshi looked at each other, gritted their teeth, pulled up the cork of the bottle, bent down to hold up their son's head, and were about to feed him the medicine.

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