Chapter 48: Murong Mo's obsessive-compulsive disorder

The plague has no incubation period, once it is infected, it will break out the next day, and Mo Qingqing should have been infected yesterday.

Murong Mo remembered the doctor who swore that he would soon invent the drug.

Now I have to go to him.

As soon as Murong Mo had this idea, he immediately helped Mo Qingqing into the carriage and returned to the village along the path to call the doctor.

"Has the medicine been made?" Murong Mo asked, to be honest, he didn't trust this doctor as much as Mo Qingqing.

The doctor was stunned by him, and he was still holding half a herb in his hand: "No, I really found that there are two very important medicinal materials missing." ”

Yes, this doctor's is indeed yàn many times, yesterday he went up the mountain alone to pick herbs to go, this is enough to have eighty flavors of Chinese medicine, he tried the same past, this is also difficult.

"This ......" he knew as soon as he saw the person on the bed, and he could see it from the somewhat unnatural face of the dark blue and ruddy.

Murong Mo didn't want to say anything more and asked directly: "Is there any medicine to alleviate the condition, the longer the illness occurs, the better." ”

"Yes." He took out a packet of herbs from the doctor's bag and handed it to Murong Mo, "Drinking a bowl of this herb at noon every day can delay the onset of illness until about fifteen days, but during this time, the patient will be in a coma. ”

Murong Mo took the herbs and smelled them, all the herbs here were familiar to him, and he began to boil the herbs when he was sure that there was no poison.

"Doctor Qian, I hope you can get this treatment within fifteen days." Murong Mo said behind his back.

For this kind of thing, Murong Mo is simply familiar with this kind of thing, there is a small medicine stove on a small stove, and it can be cooked slowly on a low heat after a pillar of incense.

He shook the fan twice, and Mo Qingqing on the bed over there kicked the quilt away, and it was strange that the two quilts were not hot, but this disease still needs to cover more sweat to get better.

She wasn't honest even sleeping.

Murong Mo thought so, and reached out to help her cover the quilt, Mo Qingqing rolled towards him violently, still leaning on his arm, curled up beside him like a kitten

Why is this action so ...... Mother.

The emperor's brain won't be burned out.

Murong Mo reached out and touched her forehead, it was a little hot, about thirty-eight degrees.

When he withdrew his hand, the man on the bed hugged his arm.

Murong Mo was stunned for a moment, and his hand did not retract.

Mo Qingqing's lazy and sleepy expression is very similar to Mo Shi.

He shook his head, thinking to himself again.

Forcibly retracting his hand, he continued to look at his medicine stove.

Mo Qingqing actually had a dream, dreaming that he was back in the modern era, and he felt that the modern felt so good in the face of the steel forest and the cars shuttling on the road.

"Is it really good?" A gentle and nimble voice.

It's ink poetry again.

Mo Qingqing nodded at her and replied, "Okay, great." ”

Mo Shi smiled in his eyes and disappeared.

She found herself lying on a bench in the neighborhood like a dream.

When did the clothes on his body have become the company's suit, Mo Qingqing shook his head, he was a little confused, if he remembered correctly, his home was in the third unit 302.

When Mo Qingqing first bought the house, it was because of the discount on the third floor, so he bought it.

The key was placed in the bag, the door was unscrewed and the shoes were changed at the entrance, and a cat pounced, Mo Qingqing happily grabbed its front paws and whispered: "Meow, do you miss me?" ”

"Meow~" Meow Meow screamed as usual, comfortably enjoying Mo Qingqing's hand.

"Mo Qingqing." Mom stood at the door of the bedroom, Mo Qingqing was a little surprised, "Mom, are you here?" ”

My mother said, "I came here in the morning, where did I just go?" ”

Mo Qingqing smiled embarrassedly.

"Mo Qingqing."

"What is Mom doing?" Mo Qingqing said while changing clothes in the bedroom.

Mom's voice came from outside: "I didn't call you?" ”

Mo Qingqing muttered, this is strange.

Raising his head, there was a transparent body floating in the air in front of him, and the corners of Mo Qingqing's mouth twitched: "What else is there to do with Mo Shi, why haven't you left yet?" ”

Mo Shi said: "You still have no feelings for that world, do you? ”

Mo Qingqing pouted: "If you like it, you will have a ghost, you have to be scared all day long, and you can't do anything." ”

"Okay." Looking at Mo Qingqing's face, Mo Shi disappeared.

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Murong Mo wasted an hour of energy to decoct the medicine, held Mo Qingqing's head and got up, as soon as he picked up the bowl, he remembered the emperor's appearance of drinking medicine, and when she was unconscious, she couldn't pour anything bitter.

Do you want to do that?

Murong Mo's good-looking face darkened, don't mention it to him last time, he admitted that it was so dark last time, and he fed it like this when the ghost made the gods, does it have to be like this this time?

He was a little unnatural, the bowl of medicine in his hand was slow to move, and he had already thought of several thoughts in his head, he usually thought that those governing ideas were very powerful, why was he stuck on this issue?

He simply put the medicine on the table and walked around the room in a circle, no one would have thought that Murong Taifu, who was so decisive in the imperial court, would also be so indecisive.

Isn't it just a matter of feeding medicine?

He pursed his lips, looked at the medicinal herbs on the table, and then went back to the doctor over there to get a handful.

Yes, that's right, he would rather go to that little more herb to fry a few more bowls of medicine and waste it than feed it like this.

It's a lot of pressure for someone who isn't a broken sleeve.

He picked up the bowl and took a look at the clothes Mo Qingqing was wearing, it seemed to be a little too much, and it would be inconvenient for the water to flow in at that time.

Murong Mo thought so, and began to help her undress.

Mo Qingqing is wearing four clothes today, and although the ancient clothes are relatively warm, they are really cumbersome to wear, not to mention seven or eight buttons to be buttoned, Mo Qingqing deliberately wore the outer one thicker and wider in order to prevent someone from cutting out something, which made it even more difficult to get it.

As a result, there was a scene in the room where the imperial prince undressed the emperor......

Murong Mo also took a lot of effort to finally take off the two thicker ones on her outside, and there was only a thinner cardigan and a liner left inside, he really admired the emperor, isn't it hot to wear so many clothes?

After thinking about it, he helped her take off her woolen sweater, and by the way, he found the stove next to her, and the whole room warmed up at once.

Now I can finally feed the medicine properly.

Sometimes Murong Mo can really be regarded as Mo Qingqing's family housekeeper, and everything is piled up to him.

To be continued............