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"I was very sick and couldn't be detected by Western doctors, so my family invited Mr. Li." Qingyu smiled. Thinking about it, I feel that I have dug a hole for myself, and as soon as the surname Li of the two rooms meets, I will naturally know the problem in the middle.

"You'd better show it to my uncle!" Ning Yi's face changed when he heard this, and he immediately called his uncle.

Qingyu was a little depressed, and of course she was not happy, because this person was really not Xianfeng, and Xianfeng would not decide anything without going through himself. He may push himself, but he will grind himself to agree.

And over there, Ning Yi is obviously not going well, and he is not a master who can recruit him.

"Third uncle, someone here is eating ginseng soup." Ning Yi looked helpless and said helplessly.

Although Qingyu didn't know what she said, but seeing that Ning Yi hung up the phone, Qingyu also knew that the one came as soon as she heard the Dushen soup. People don't come to see themselves, but to see what happens to the people who drink the soup.

"Mr. Ning......" Qingyu decided to leave, took her mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the desktop, paid the money, and was ready to stand up. She's not a test subject, so why should she show it. The little bit she had of good impression of Ning Yi just now is gone.

"It's not that I don't believe in your old Li, I'll tell you honestly, we have the recipe for the single ginseng soup, but it is a memorial left by the ancestor to the Queen Mother. My uncle has used chemical methods to study, and has also done animal experiments, in fact, Chinese medicine pays attention to one party and one person, that is to say, the single ginseng soup is only useful for the Queen Mother to eat, and it is useless for other people. Ning Yi looked angry, "So, that's how Li Bad is like this, he likes to give people medicine indiscriminately." ”

Of course, Qingyu knows that there is one party, except for herself, in fact, this recipe is really useless to others.

Because it's not easy to find someone with the same physique as yourself.

Besides, I don't like ginseng, so I added licorice, but in this way, I changed the medicinal properties, and then I had to neutralize the medicinal properties and add something else. Anyway, it's just such a prescription, and there are a lot of twists and turns in it.

It is estimated that one hundred and fifty years after his death, no one will use this medicine again, and at this time, Ning Yi is probably really afraid that he will eat indiscriminately and get sick.

Qingyu met Ning Yi's uncle, Ning Qing, at a coffee bar not far from the restaurant.

Qingyu looked at the scholar-shaped man in his forties and frowned. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a Chinese medicine doctor.

Ning Qing was also looking at Qingyu, he had already heard that his stupid nephew was scolded back by the girl as soon as he kissed him. The family was very worried that his injury to his body in order to do his studies would be solved by a word.

After inquiring again, the girl's surname is Lang, and she is really Manchu. The surname of Yicha Lang was originally Niu Hulu's family.

At this moment, the family was happy, the Ning family overseas was actually not all Manchu, and when Rong An took people out in a fit of anger, how many people could he bring.

And since Chery married Jian Dong'er, no one has talked about the Manchu Han not intermarrying.

However, I really knew that the girl Ning Yi liked was Manchu or Niu Hulu, one of the eight major surnames in Manchuria, so the whole clan was happy.

Although it was a few days later, everyone was discouraged, and the co-authors didn't take Ning Yi to heart at all, and they didn't hear from them at all over the years.

Ning Qing deliberately didn't come just now, in fact, she also wanted Qingyu to be anxious, she couldn't come to her nephew immediately, and she left immediately.

Of course, now that he sees it, he wants to kick his nephew again, this one is still lukewarm to his nephew, and he is still hot with his nephew.

"Miss Lang thinks so, but what's the problem?" Ning Qing looked Qingyu up and down, and said lightly.

"The Queen Mother's name is Qingxiayu, is your name appropriate?" Qingyu pursed her lips and laughed.

If they are the descendants of Rong'an, Ning Yi has committed the middle character of Xianfeng's real name, the homonym of Yi; Ning Qing committed the secrecy of Qingyu's name. It's not named like that!

"Our ancestors are princesses, not princes." Ning Qing rolled her eyes. glanced at Qingyu, "Your family is not small, dare to call the name of the Queen Mother?" ”

"Alas, my surname is Lang, although my ancestor is also from the Niu Hulu family, but it is 108,000 miles away from the Queen Mother's family, right? Besides, tell me, which history book says that Empress Dowager Ci'an's real name is Qingyu? Qingyu also gave them a roll of the eyes.

"But we have a lot of photos of the Queen Mother in our family, and you look like her." Ning Qing glanced at her deeply and said softly.

"You're wrong." Qingyu thought about it, back then, they took a lot of photos. In order to let the children remember Xianfeng, I didn't expect to leave my own appearance.

But thinking about shaking her head, she looked in the mirror, Niu Hulu's Qingyu and her appearance were different, even if they left a photo, it was impossible for them to see their similarity from it. Because the photos are not dynamic, it is difficult for people to see her verve.

"Third uncle, hurry up." Ning Yi hurriedly pulled Ning Qing. He didn't care about those useless ones, he was only worried that Li Huai would prescribe medicine indiscriminately, which would make Qingyu's body worse.

Ning Qing took out a pulse pillow from her bag, which was the same as that of Imperial Doctor Xiao Li, using suede. She had scolded Xiao Li for being sick and looking dirty, but he just didn't change it.

Later, after Xiangqin got married, she came back and explained to her that the suede did not run. Placed on the table, with the wrist on the pulse pillow, all steady.

"Are you sure you're a Chinese medicine doctor?" Qingyu didn't stretch out her hand, but looked at him, very uncertain.

"No, I'm a brain surgeon, and Chinese medicine is Tongzigong." Ning Qing spread his hands.

"Forget it, I think Elder Li's medical skills are quite good." Qingyu said that she was sick to see her, a brain surgeon, and she seemed to be an expert, and she felt that she was not stupid enough to let a brain surgeon give her a pulse.

"Don't worry, rest assured, he was personally taught by Old Man Li, if he didn't learn too well, he wouldn't have taken the medical school exam." Ning Yi was busy guaranteeing the ticket for his uncle.

"What do you say? What do you say about studying too well before you get into medical school? If they had a TCM department, would I study Western medicine? You have to say, if it weren't for the good grades, too good, how would you go to study brain surgery! But Ning Qing stopped doing it again when she heard this, glaring at her nephew.

Qingyu understands what they mean, a kid who has been immersed in traditional Chinese medicine since he was a child, he is afraid that he is about to leave the school at the age of eighteen, as long as he experiences more patients, he can become a generation of famous doctors. But they don't have soil!

Foreigners don't have the habit of drinking Chinese medicine, but they are willing to acupuncture and cupping. However, this is generally disdained by more advanced Chinese medicine practitioners.

It is not surprising that a student with particularly good grades and medical skills will go to study Western medicine again.

However, this does not mean that she is willing to let him see it, she is really not sick in the brain.

"Qingyu, or you can let my third uncle see the medicinal effect of the single ginseng soup." Ning Yi is about to ask for Qingyu.