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Mrs. Li in the long room looks much younger than Li Lao, and he looks like he is in his sixties, and his hair is not completely white. A suit and leather shoes are similar to a scholar with an elegant temperament.

He saw Qingyu coming over and stretching out her hand to shake her, Qingyu smiled, this is a typical British gentleman. This is more like an English gentleman than the Ning family's uncle and nephew.

"Miss Lang is rude!" The opening is the authentic Oxford dialect.

"You don't learn Chinese on the island?" Qingyu looked sideways at Ning Qing, who was also in a suit now, with a deep face.

"Miss Lang, I understand, but I don't know how to speak. I grew up living off the island. Mr. Li explained.

"Then you can read ancient medical books?" Qingyu is about to burst into laughter, how funny this one looks.

"I've translated them all into English." The old man was very arrogant.

"Alright, let's take the pulse. I'm going to go to Li Huai's house to drink medicine later. Qingyu changed to English.

The old man took out the pulse pillow and made a gesture of please.

Qingyu sat down and put her hand on the pulse pillow. The old man's fingers were the same as Li Lao's technique, and they could be seen to be the same.

After finishing the number, Qingyu consciously put her other hand on the pulse pillow.

The old man smiled, changed hands, and frowned.

"How long have you been taking the medicine?" The old man spoke.

"Half a month!" Qingyu thought about it and counted the days.

"Your pulse is not good, and your medicine may have to be taken for a while." The old man said with a frown.

Qingyu withdrew her hand and smiled at him, "Are you also here to see the effect of the ginseng soup?" ”

"Can't?" The old man frowned.

"The Queen Mother must not want this medicine to be taken by her alone. And you, the descendants, don't think about saving people, but who is worthy of taking this medicine or not, waiting for someone to finally take it, but what you think about one by one is, does this medicine really work? Do you want to be so conflicted? Qingyu sighed lightly.

Not counting Li Yi or Li Huai, she is actually treated as a nephew. In comparison, she is actually more calm with Xixi, Li Yi, and Li Huai in her heart. Because they are all outsiders, only Rong An is born to Xianfeng. Therefore, now she said, 'You descendants' also include the Li family.

"I said your body is not suitable for eating ginseng soup." The old man's face darkened.

"Do you want to meet Elder Li?" Qingyu smiled and decided to change the topic. The people in these two rooms, in fact, have already been out of Wufu, and they are not relatives, whether they want to see each other, she feels that sometimes, it is better not to see each other.

"Miss Lang! My master is serious, your face is not good today. Ning Qing felt that if he didn't open his mouth again, he would not be considered the master's apprentice at all.

"I know, I've been a bit busy lately. It's time for me to take my medicine, so if you want to meet him, you can come with me. ”

Qingyu also knew that she was too comfortable when she got up in the morning, but there were many things today, so she didn't go to see Li Lao. Now this Mr. Yang Li said that he was seriously ill, and she believed it, but when she said that she was not suitable for ginseng soup, she felt that this person was a bit arbitrary.

"One piece!" The old man took a civilized stick and said angrily.

Qingyu is speechless, an eighty-year-old man can live like a sixty-year-old, maybe his temper is a good outlet.

At Mr. Li's house, Mr. Li originally wanted to ask who the two were, but he also saw Qingyu's face, and hurriedly asked his son to help Qingyu into the consultation room, let Qingyu lie down, and after a few stitches of hands and feet, Qingyu felt a little relieved. Seeing Li Lao looking at her, she smiled busily, "I'm afraid of death, really, I'm really afraid of death." Not on purpose! ”

Li Lao didn't want to speak, just as the little nanny came over with the medicine, Li Lao waved his hand, "Pour, fry again." ”

Mr. Li sat down and rewrote the recipe, Mr. Yang Li pushed Ning Qing, Ning Qing surrendered to Li Laoyi, took the prescription, glanced at it, and read it to Yang Li in English.

Li Zhong hurriedly stepped forward, "I'm sorry ......"

The recipe is confidential, and even Qingyu hasn't seen it, but this person actually picked it up and looked at it, which is too much.

Yang Li picked Li Zhong with a civilized stick and motioned for Ning Qing to read it again.

Ning Qing also understood the rules, and hurriedly smiled at Li Lao, "Sir, this is Li Yi's descendant, my master." He couldn't read Chinese, so I read it to him. ”

The old man and Li Zhong were stunned together, who is Li Yi, they know very well that it has been one hundred and fifty years, the queen mother is dead, the two rooms turn their faces, and the long room leaves with the eldest princess. Their ancestors no longer practiced medicine, but only concentrated on raising their children and grandchildren.

Now they finally showed up, and they didn't even know Chinese characters. The old man really has mixed feelings.

Ning Qing saw that Li Zhongshang had stepped forward, so he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to read. He is also a senior Chinese medicine practitioner, and he also knows Li Lao's intentions when he looks at the prescription. This is also a single ginseng soup, but the old man has made adjustments. In the case of the main ingredient unchanged, it is different.

Old man Yang Li walked to Qingyu's side and took another pulse.

"Let's go!" Yang Li turned back to his apprentice and said.

Ning Qing put down the prescription, and also went over to give Qingyu a pulse, just now although he didn't see Qingyu's pulse, but he looked at it and asked, the pulse was only the last 'cut'! At this time, look at the face, look at the prescription, and then call the pulse. also knows that Li Lao is by no means the kind of Mongolian doctor who gives people medicine indiscriminately.

He bowed to Mr. Li and followed Yang Li out.

Li Lao didn't stop them, gave the prescription to the little nanny, and asked her to fry it quickly. The little nanny immediately ran back to the pharmacy.

Qingyu smiled, she had experienced it, the more old-fashioned Xiao Li's temperament became, and Qingyu often laughed at parsley, saying that she was clumsy and picked the wrong person for her. Imperial Physician Xiao Li researched the Dushen Soup, but it was only the mother's mother. Everything will change from time to time.

She kept Li Huai by her side for ten years, and Li Huai can be said to be a person who understands her condition as well as Doctor Xiao Li. Only he knows the changes in the Dushen soup best, and in fact, the final changes are almost all handled by him. And Doctor Xiao Li is also guiding on the side.

Li Yi studied in a new-style school, and his dream since he was a child was the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine. He thinks that Western medicine is greater, and he hopes that Chinese medicine can be achieved in a simpler way directly like Western medicine. Instead of having to have a bowl of black medicine, it makes life worse than death.

She never felt that Li Yi was wrong, and she encouraged him very much. She also felt that taking Chinese medicine was very painful, and it was not as simple as using Western medicine. She didn't tell him at the time that Chinese medicine pays attention to one person and one person, even if it is the same disease, even if it is male and female, the medicine is different.

What she was thinking at the time was that the audience was different, and now people are getting busier and busier, who has time to find a Chinese medicine number every day to find a pulse for half an hour, and then wait for the medicine, and come to the point every day to take the medicine. This is destined to be a niche thing, so what Li Yi did was a big thing that was more beneficial to the country and the people. And now, Li Yiyi seems to be a bit nondescript.