It was just dawn, the morning breeze was blowing, and I was sitting on a stone bench by the lake and reading.

Cui'er's voice sounded behind her: "The girl got up so early." ”

I looked back at her, and Cui'er was trotting all the way with a large chair on her shoulder.

I was about to raise my hand to pick it up, but she put it on the ground angrily, walked a few steps closer and said, "I said that the stone is cold, how can I sit on it early in the morning." ”

"I'm not afraid of getting cold." Cui'er started chattering again.

As he spoke, he came and pulled me, pulled me to the edge of the chair, and snatched the book from my hand.

"Cui'er, when did you become a scholar?" I watched her movements, and laughed, "Even if you are a scholar, I am not that unmotivated son, why are you so angry in the early morning." ”

Cui'er took out the crumpled pieces of paper I had seen yesterday from her arms: "Girl, you said that the prescription on it is all for soothing the liver and relieving depression, and the rest is not clear." ”

"The slave maid only learned yesterday that you still understand medical science, since you understand these truths, why are you so careless about taking care of your own body?" Cui'er turned her head to look at me, the expression on her face half worried and half blamed.

"Haven't you heard that medicine is not self-healing?" I asked with a smile.

"What does that mean?" Cui'er looked at me a little confused and asked.

"That is to say, a doctor who can treat others cannot cure his own." I got up from my chair, walked over to Cui'er, and re-took the book she had snatched from her.

"Generally speaking, doctors treat patients with syndrome differentiation, but unfortunately this method is relatively objective and effective for others, and when it is placed on one's own body, the feeling is often not necessarily accurate."

"Not only for the healer himself, but also for his family, relatives and friends. If you get sick, you feel like you don't know what to do. ”

"I often have a lot of worries, for fear that something will go wrong."

"So I came to the conclusion that you can't heal yourself." I pinched the scroll in my hand, and for a moment I couldn't remember where I had just looked.

The moment I was snatched away by Cui'er, I was distracted.

"The slave doesn't understand this very much," Cui'er shook her head. "The slave knew that the medicine was already boiling on the stove. You'll have to drink it again later. ”

I was holding the scroll and was recalling the part I had just seen, when I heard that I came back to my senses, raised my hand and rubbed Cui'er's hair and said, "I know, you are really a good girl who thinks about me, okay." ”

Cui'er blushed. Plucked up the courage and said loudly: "The slave has always wanted to remind you, in fact, the slave is older than you, don't treat the slave and the maid in the same way as children, if not...... If it weren't for ......"

I looked at Cui'er in amazement: "What if it is not?" “

"It's not because it's in the yard, if it's outside, if you have the same identity as a slave, you have to call the slave a sister."

I laughed and said, "Cui'er, okay, it's okay here." I'll just call you Sister Sheng. You'd better go and see if the medicine is good, I'll have to read a few more pages. “

"The girl is reading a medical book, so I have to discuss medical theory with the doctor who came later." Cui'er stepped forward and looked at the words on the scroll and whispered.

"You're right this time. Not only do I have to meet the doctor, but I also have to discuss a few prescriptions with him. I urged her.

"Do you want to bring the preserves with you?" Cui'er winked at me.

"You know, and ask." I gave her a blank look and replied.

The medicine kitchen prescribed by the doctor seems to be afraid that the effect will be slow and the medicine will not be enough, so the amount is used to grasp it!

Every time the two bowls of thick Chinese medicine with a strange taste were served, I drank some side effects, so I had to eat candied fruit to suppress some of the medicinal taste.

Even so, I haven't been able to eat much these days.

Seeing that the clothes prepared for me by Tianfang were much wider at the waist, Cui'er also picked up the light last night to change it for me.

She smiled bitterly at the time: "If you change it again, I'm afraid it's not suitable, so you have to re-tailor a few sets." “

Cui'er is gone, but I can't read the book, and what I said just now is not only for Cui'er, but also for myself.

I looked at the clear lake, a little stunned for a while, and my heart was a little desolate.

If you don't heal yourself, it's not just me and that person.

In vain with peerless medical skills, he could not alleviate some of the pain when he was sick.

Even if there were, it was just a way to quench your thirst and barely suppress the symptoms.

It's all a palliative, not a cure!

If there is a cure for him in this world, even if it costs my life at this moment, I will not hesitate to give it away!

That's it, I don't want to worry about these things, let's think about what to talk about when the doctor comes.

I closed my eyes, endured the slightest pain in my heart, and when I opened them again, it was calm.

...... "Is that really good?" Cui'er asked with a suspicious look as she combed my hair.

"Don't worry, the person in charge will follow me, and besides, the place I'm going to today is not a restaurant, but a teahouse, so you won't worry about me getting drunk again." I casually glanced in the mirror and stood up.

Dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, her long hair was tied up by Cui'er with a silver ribbon, and the figure in the mirror really had a bit of the taste of a beautiful son.

"Why do I still think something is missing," I smiled at the mirror and quipped, "Cui'er, do you think you should prepare another gold-painted folding fan or something for me, I will look more like a boy when I show it and collect it again." “

"Besides," Cui'er said with a worried face, "You see that there are several layers of cloth wrapped around this waist, and it looks so thin, it's not a handsome son, it's a sick son." “

"What," I paced back and forth indoors, retorting to her, "Everyone in the world loves fat and thin, believe it or not, even if I look like this, I can hook up with a little girl on the street." “

"Hey," said Cui'er, blushing and patting me on the shoulder, "the more the girl talks, the more outrageous it becomes." “

The corners of my mouth went up, I looked at her and smiled, "Are you complaining about that doctor?" “

"Do you need to ask, the slave hates that old man, what a rule, he has to go to the teahouse to see him, why can't he come to the courtyard to see the girl."

"Didn't he say that there is a coming-and-going."

"He's so unreasonable." Cui'er continued to grumble. As he walked into the corner to prepare the things for me, he said, "If the Lord is here, how can he be so easy to speak, that is, girl, you have soft ears to agree." “

I groaned slightly, and my fingers flipped through the half-read pharmacopoeia: "Speaking of which, I would like to ask, have you listened to the steward?" Has my brother sent a letter these days? Where have the others been now, and they have returned to the capital of the Sea Country? “

"I haven't heard of it," Cui'er took a comb and combed a few loose strands of hair on the sideburns behind my ears for me, and opened a bottle of osmanthus head oil.

I frowned and avoided Cui'er's outstretched hand. lowered his eyes and hurriedly flashed and said: "I don't wipe this, this is for women, I am now a man's clothes, how can a son wipe this." “

"Who said it, many people's sons in Qibei also use it, this is not easy to be blown by the wind after wiping your hair, and it is the most suitable to go out on the street."

"It's like an advertisement, Cui'er, you should go and open a store."

"The slave doesn't understand. The girl said what advertising is. Cui'er stepped forward and stroked my long hair. He also gently patted the hem of my robe a few times for me.

"Alas, this can't be explained clearly for a while, I said it casually, you didn't say it to me."

"Girl, don't do it in the yard later. The slave maid wants to open a shop. A hint of longing flashed in her eyes.

"Well, it's not difficult, Cui'er, you have a good idea." I agree.

"Girl, you are different from others, others hear the thoughts of slaves and maids, and they say that girls are not suitable for showing their heads."

"It's different, my thoughts are different from theirs, if you want to, Cui'er, open a shop in the future, I support you."

Cui'er uncorked the porcelain bottle, poured a few drops into my hand first, I pasted it and smelled it, just a faint osmanthus fragrance, the taste is not heavy, it is estimated that it can be wiped off for a while.

Cui'er didn't apply the oil directly to my hair, she first spread the oil evenly in her hand, and then only pressed a few times on the middle of my hair and the ends of the hair before stopping.

Cui'er re-combed my hair with a comb and said with satisfaction, "It looks better this way." “

…… Cui'er sent me into the carriage in the sunshine, followed a few steps with some anxiety, and suddenly accelerated her pace to catch up!

"Wait, wait," I said, opening the curtain and seeing Cui'er running out of breath to catch up, she slipped a purse through the window, "I almost forgot to take jì, girl, you don't remember to bring money when you go out." “

I took it, waved my hand at Cui'er and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon, you wait for me in the yard." “

"By the way, let the kitchen make the jujube cake again, I ate it that day, and it tasted good."

"Well, the slave maid will make the jujube cake and wait for the girl to come back." Cui'er said to the steward again, "Please steward Feng look at the girl, don't let her go to the restaurant after drinking tea, if she wants to go, don't stop your car, come back quickly." “

Steward Feng, who was driving the car, nodded, and with a light whip on the horse, the car quickly drove to the destination this time.

I watched from the window as Cui'er's figure slowly grew smaller, and tucked the purse she gave me into my sleeve.

Speaking of this trip, it is precisely because of some changes.

Originally, in the plan, it was the doctor who saw me to see me in the hospital, but I didn't expect that when the steward went to ask for it, the most famous doctor in Qibei asked me about my situation and said that there was no need for follow-up, and he replied with a hard word: "There are contacts and contacts." “

At that time, the steward thought that he had heard a mistake, and when he asked the boy beside the doctor, he realized that what he meant was that I wanted to see him was not in his consideration, but if I insisted on seeing him, he would choose the place and I would go to see him.

The doctor also put forward the condition that I was only allowed to go alone, and the entourage could only wait downstairs.

So there was this teahouse appointment.

That's why I went out this time.