Wronged!

Painting Thirteen cried out to himself in his heart. It was only to blame Fang Cai's sudden gust of wind, and before he could figure out how to speak with the most confidence, he hurriedly covered the bell. Unexpectedly, the bell rang exactly five times when he covered it, which even he felt far-fetched if explained.

"What did you just call me?" Jingmo seemed to think of something, stared at Thirteen with a pair of autumn eyes, and asked, "You haven't been to Qinyuan to see the disease before, how do you know my surname?" ”

"Don't you remember me?" Painting 13 greeted a pair of sparkling, misty autumn pupils, and replied to such a clichéd sentence. He thought that if it weren't for this sudden gust of wind, he would have thought of something more interesting. But after many years, when he recalled the first conversation he had with her today, he realized that he had asked correctly, but she had answered incorrectly.

"Oh—I remember, you're the mysterious boy in the restaurant that day." Jingmo Qiubo turned lightly, looked at the handsome and graceful son in front of him a few times, and suddenly replied as if he realized, "At that time, thanks to the son's bothering to support Xu Da, I was able to successfully apply the knife, thank you." ”

Although Jingmo seems to be a gentle and graceful boudoir lady, her temperament is actually quite a bit of manliness and straightforwardness, no matter how big or small it is, there is a clear distinction between love and hate, he sincerely helped herself, she will miss him in her heart, and she will return to a gentle and pleasant face when she speaks.

She recalled his reactions to seeing Xu Fei hemorrhage in the restaurant, and realized that maybe he felt that he was embarrassed to talk about some minor illnesses as a big man, so he was hesitant after the rattle, and he should be considerate as a doctor, so he asked with warm concern between his words: "Childe, have you been slightly dizzy and in poor spirits since yesterday?" ”

Has "gentleness" become the occupational disease of this Beijing pharmacist? Women are fickle at this point to draw thirteen is understood, but other women are faster than turning books, but how can this Jingmo change back to gentleness faster than ventilation?

"Hmm." Hua Thirteen didn't understand the purpose of Jingmo's question, but he always had to get closer to her, at least advance the door of Qinyuan, so that he could have a later conversation, so he agreed, and put on a vain and powerless look to draw inferences, "Moreover, sometimes accompanied by dizziness, weakness in limbs, and poor food and sleep." ”

The sentence that you can't eat well and sleep well is true, if you want to add a deadline, I'm afraid it's been ten years.

Jingmo looked at Hua Thirteen, paused slightly, a hint of laughter passed through his eyes, and followed his words and said, "Are you still always nauseous and want to vomit, and there are often sudden movements in your abdomen?" ”

"Huh?" Seeing Jing Mo asking himself quite seriously with a smile in his eyes, Hua Thirteen thought about it, and it was not easy to refute the diagnosis of such a clever pharmacist, so he nodded his head and said, "Hmm! ”

Jing Mo raised his eyebrows, raised the apple in his hand and took a bite to hide the smile on his lips, chewing it carefully, and said thoughtfully: "In this case, I really want to congratulate my son." ”

Hua Thirteen looked at Jingmo in confusion and puzzlement, only to see her giggle twice, glanced at him and said, "According to the symptoms just mentioned, Childe, I'm afraid you're happy!" ”

“......”

Painting 13 understood, it turned out that Jingmo was simply making fun of himself outside of care, and he couldn't imagine that his always clever tongue and sharp teeth were actually tricked by this woman who looked gentle and lovely, gentle and watery, as if he was talking about it, and a different feeling surged in his heart, but it was by no means dissatisfied, let alone annoyed.

Jingmo looked at Hua Thirteen's slightly stupid appearance, and hurriedly continued: "Don't worry, Childe, your illness is a little true or a little fake, Jingmo knows it." It's just that different patients are treated, and naturally there must be different treatments. Come in with me, and see how it goes. ”

Painting the Thirteen Heart Paths, I am afraid that it treats different pharmacists and has to have different methods. Jingmo pushed the door and walked in, he followed behind her, walked through the narrow and winding stone road, and glanced at the scenery of the garden, although it was the winter season, the snow was heavy, but there was a faint shade of green under the white, and I don't know where this master pharmacist who was hidden in the folk came from to collect these cold-resistant herbs of various kinds and appearances.

He heard Jingmo walking and eating the remaining half of the apple, and there was the sound of chewing on the silent path. Painting 13 can't help but wonder how a woman who is so dignified and beautiful can be so casual and unrestrained in life, revealing a few different kinds of fireworks. It was the first time he had heard that someone could do something as gruesome as eating apples.

Jingmo finished eating the apple, and the two of them also walked into the room and sat down at the table. Jingmo took out a soft pulse pillow and motioned for Hua Thirteen to put her wrist on it, she began to lower her eyes and hold her breath, stretched out her slender jade fingers and put them on Thirteen's pulse, taking the pulse seriously, but when Jingmo's fingertips touched Hua Thirteen's warm skin, his palm couldn't help but shrink suddenly.

"Jing Yakushi, why are your hands ......" Hua Thirteen felt that the temperature of Jingmo's fingertips was far lower than that of a normal person, not the kind of weak hands and cold feet, but a cold touch like ice ballast.

"It's nothing, it's just that you were born with a low body temperature." Jingmo didn't raise his eyes, just replied casually, but Hua Thirteen didn't know why there was such a cold tactile memory on his pulse. He couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the woman in front of him.

This plain face, although the powder is light, but even if you look at it carefully, the skin is transparent and ruddy, as if there is a layer of mist like fat. At this moment, her eyebrows were slightly constricted, and her eyes were lowered to concentrate on her whole body, which suddenly tugged at a long and hazy heartstring in the depths of his memory. This feeling had faintly surfaced in his heart when he first saw her, and he couldn't help but blurt out:

"We, have we seen each other somewhere?"

When Jing Mo heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't raise his eyes. She originally thought that this gentle and jade-like boy always looked like something different and special, but she couldn't imagine that when she spoke, she was no different from those frivolous boys' accostings, such vulgar and old-fashioned frivolous, so she replied casually:

"Don't talk nonsense about what you have, be careful of your tire gas!"

Seeing Jingmo's reaction, Hua Thirteen couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and he was speechless and aggrieved for a while. Because he really felt that the feeling that Jingmo brought him was too familiar, especially the way she gave herself such a serious pulse. They must have seen it somewhere, it can't be in the desert, it must be in Dayin. When, exactly? It's so long ago that I can't remember it. What is it? will leave a stubborn impression. Painting Thirteen I can't figure out how the woman who can make him worry about his heart, except for the person in the palace who owed something back then, how can there be someone else?

After Jingmo removed his slender fingertips from his veins, he patiently and meticulously said to Hua Thirteen:

"Based on your reaction to Xu Fei's hemorrhage yesterday, I can see that you are suffering from blood sickness. Originally, I was worried that the cause was from the heart or skull, but after checking the pulse, I found that it was not a big problem. ”

Painting Thirteen's heart warmed slightly, he didn't even talk to her yesterday, she actually remembered his fainting appearance carefully, it was really ...... Good at prospecting potential customers.

"On weekdays, pay more attention to the salty and appropriate diet, drink more brown sugar water, and when you are free, cook some jujube and ginger chicken soup and papaya motherwort soup to drink, replenish the body, and recuperate."

Hua Thirteen listened to Jingmo's careful words about sugar water and tonic soup, and almost didn't prescribe a fetal pill for himself, so he couldn't help frowning and asking: "Supplement, replenish the body?" ”

Jing Mo saw that the patient was still dissatisfied after listening to the doctor's instructions, his lips pursed slightly, and he replied patiently: "This son, a minor illness and a big recuperation, have you heard of it?" If you don't want to be patient, there are other ways to do it. ”

Hua Thirteen had never regarded his sickness as a serious illness, but seeing that Jingmo meticulously studied the cause and prescribed prescriptions regardless of the size of the disease, he couldn't help but ask, "Oh? What else is it going to do? ”

"Heart disease also requires heart medicine." Jingmo glanced at Painting Thirteen, and slowly replied: "Childe's blood sickness is really a heart disease, and the uncontrollable horror of blood may be due to the unbearable bloody scenes witnessed in the early years, such as the bloody battlefield, or the bloody disaster of relatives and friends left an indelible shadow in the hearts of patients......"

The early years witnessed some unbearable bloody scenes......

If a child saw his most admired and beloved master suddenly bleeding and falling to the ground less than half a meter away from him, should he bear it? Hua Thirteen remembered that there were several shocking and dazzling red blood stains on a familiar and kind face, as if a bloody hand had reached out from the Yama Temple, and snatched the master's life violently, and a good and decent person died alive in front of his eyes.

Then, the disciples of the Jiang faction were tragically poisoned by all kinds of overt and covert, and as Jiang Li's most proud disciple, he became the most indispensable target. He was escorted by his senior brother and fled all the way to the edge of the cliff of Leigong Gorge, and in order to cut off the thoughts of the group of killers, the senior brother changed into his clothes and died under the knives of the group. At that time, the blood gushing from the chest of the senior brother who loved him the most stained the entire left half of his face. How many years have passed, as long as he thinks about it for a while, his face will still uncontrollably turn up a burning sensation......

All this is due to the man who killed his friend and sought glory. An indelible shadow? Heh, can it be said that it is so light?

Painting Thirteen came back to his senses and noticed that Jingmo was staring at himself in a daze.

"There is a pharmacist Laojing, I don't know how much the consultation fee is?" Painting Thirteen didn't reveal anything, nor did he say anything more, he didn't forget that the rule set by this little money addict was that those who came to see the sick during the three meals or bedtime still had to pay double the consultation fee.

"Six cents." When Jingmo sees a doctor, he will not trace the root cause of the "heart disease" that will not endanger the patient's life, after all, anyone will have unspeakable secrets in their hearts, not to mention the mysterious son in front of him who was wearing a hat to hide his face yesterday.

"Six pennies?" Painting thirteen is a little unbelievable, even the desert to see the disease costs at least a hundred yuan tower arrows, converted, how can you get one or two silver-a thousand yuan, this little money fan asking for six yuan is nonsense? He suspected he had misheard.

"Usually three pennies, whoever asks the son to come early in the morning needs to be doubled." Jingmo told it as it should be.

The doubling of three cents is six cents, which is quite clear. It can be multiplied several times, and it is only a few pennies, and then it accumulates a lot, and the baht must be compared, can you still make a fortune with this? Will this little money fan settle accounts in the end?

Jingmo glanced at the puzzled and silent painting thirteen, and said warmly: "Actually, it's not bad if you double or not, it's just a reminder to remind people who come to see the disease to try not to pick the time to sleep, if you catch me to eat and sleep, and fail to go to the doctor in time, the patients will be disappointed in vain, so when it should be three texts, when it should be six texts, this is my rule."

"I appreciate the rules of the Kyoto pharmacist very much." Hua Thirteen looked at Jing Mo's eyes unconsciously with a slight ripple, and a thick smile appeared on his lips, he untied the burden on his back, put it on the table, and said with a smile, "But there is one thing, I don't understand it very well, and I hope that the Beijing pharmacist can solve his doubts." ”

"What's the problem?" Jingmo looked at the burden he put on the table that seemed to be not light, his eyebrows frowned, and a trace of vigilance flashed in the autumn water.

"The Beijing pharmacist with excellent medical skills only needs a few pennies to visit the doctor, but the orthodontic technique that 'can teach Meng Po can't know' costs three hundred taels of silver as soon as he opens his mouth, so if the two of them act, is it the rule of the Beijing pharmacist?" The smile in the thirteen eyes of the painting was neither deep nor shallow, and he slowly stared at the bottom of Jingmo's eyes.