Su Qingluan now focused all her attention on her sister, her heart was on fire, and she was full of ways to stop her sister from being so uncomfortable for the time being. Therefore, she didn't notice at this time, Mu Xingzhi's gaze at her was full of exploration and contemplation.

She didn't want to think about it and said, "Trust, why don't you trust?" You added so much coptis to me before, I went to the Huichun Hall to ask why the prescription tasted so much worse than another friend who suffered from wind and cold, and Lang Zhong said that although the taste of this recipe was difficult to swallow, it was very symptomatic. I don't believe that a person with no knowledge of medicine would dare to change the prescription indiscriminately. ”

After all, Chinese medicine is a dozen or even dozens of drugs that are compatible with each other every time, and if you change the inherent prescription without authorization, the effect of the medicine will weaken or disappear, and it will not be fun to eat a dead person.

Therefore, even the charlatans who pretend to be "the holy hand of Xinglin who specializes in treating incurable diseases" never dare to change the existing inherent prescriptions at will.

They either use "turnip water" and "wood water" to hit the big run and cheat on things that "although they are useless, there is no harm", they just wait for the few people who "happen" to get better on their own or feel that it is effective because of psychological factors to give them money; Either it is to prescribe some "Ten Perfect Tonic Soups" with peaceful medicinal properties, and normal people will basically have some benefits after eating them, and there is no major problem.

Therefore, Mu Xingzhi is like this, even if it is out of prank, he can change the prescription at will to ensure that the disease can be cured, and the level of medical skills can be seen.

After listening to Su Qingluan's words, Mu Xingzhi smiled inexplicably, and said lightly: "And bring Ling Mei over and I'll take a look - in addition, the door bolt of the courtyard will be troubled by Qingluan to help me put it on." ”

Su Qingluan carefully handed his sister to Mu Xingzhi, and when he looked back, he found that Mu Xingzhi was sitting in a wheelchair and grabbed a machine next to the wooden bolt close to the ground, so that he could pull the wooden bolt down.

And if you want to put the bolt back in, you have to stand up.

So this job really needs Su Qingluan to do. It's just that, since it's so inconvenient to move, it should usually be Songbo to do this, right? Where did Somber go?

This doubt only flashed in Su Qingluan's mind for a moment, and her mind returned to her sister. Hurriedly bolting the door bolt again, Su Qingluan hurriedly followed behind Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair, watched Mu Xingzhi hug his sister over, and slowly walked towards the hall with one hand turning the wheelchair.

Seeing this, Su Qingluan hurriedly ran over to help him push the wheelchair. This is the first time she has really helped Mu Xingzhi push the wheelchair by herself, and she doesn't know if she doesn't push, she pushes and startles.

In her previous life, Su Qingluan herself was the one in a wheelchair, and when she was not so weak that she couldn't walk at the beginning, she had already started to do e-commerce to make money, and then when she relapsed for the first time, she bought herself an electric wheelchair, which saved a lot of nursing costs in disguise.

So she just heard that the old-fashioned wheelchair, which is completely manual, is not so laborious to push, especially this kind of ground that is relatively not particularly smooth.

Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair is made of heavy solid wood, which is definitely more bulky than modern materials with a lighter structure.

So even though Su Qingluan is not delicate and weak, and has been improved a lot before, she wasted a lot of energy rushing to hold her sister along the way, so the pace of pushing the wheelchair is a bit laborious.

But Mu Xingzhi sighed helplessly: "You hold Sister Ling, and I will push the wheelchair myself." ”

Coming to the front hall of the hall, Mu Xingzhi asked Su Qingluan to put Su Xueyan on the Arhat bed with a low coffee table in the middle. Although the two sides of this Luohan bed are only crooked enough for adults to lie on it, far from lying flat, Su Xueyan is a child of more than three years old, and her size is far less than that of an adult, so she can put it down.

And in this gap, Mu Xingzhi lit all the candlesticks in the corner of the hall. Soon, the hall, which had been almost dark, was lit up with flickering and dim candlelight only through the window lattices and doorways in the dim moonlight.

"Please forgive me for not being considerate of the hospitality, so I won't prepare tea." Mu Xingzhi shook the wheelchair next to Su Xueyan and began to check the pulse.

Su Qingluan naturally didn't care about what kind of tea was or not, she nodded indiscriminately and agreed, and stared at her sister's little face that was particularly ruddy because of the fever.

Of course, she didn't dare to ask anything, and she didn't even dare to take a breath. Because Su Qingluan heard that whether it is to diagnose the pulse or listen to the patient's breath sound or something, it is necessary to keep the environment quiet.

So her breathing was very light, lest her breathing be a little louder, which would make Mu Xingzhi miss something, which would affect her sister's treatment.

Compared with the tension on Su Qingluan's side, which was eager to tighten into a straight line, Mu Xingzhi's side didn't seem to be aware of Su Qingluan's condition at all, and he still didn't move slowly.

She first looked at Su Xueyan's face and lower eyelids, and asked Su Qingluan what the little girl had eaten and done all day.

Su Qingluan looked at each other as if he was answering a teacher's question in class, and he didn't dare to be sloppy and joking.

Mu Xingzhi nodded, and instead began to diagnose Su Xueyan's pulse.

Su Qingluan watched him hold his left wrist for a long time, then changed his right wrist, and then looked at Su Qingluan.

At this moment, Su Qingluan felt the anxiety of the patient's family, and asked cautiously, "How is it?" ”

Mu Xingzhi said a lot of traditional Chinese medicine jargon such as "external wind cold" and "convulsive wind and rebellion", and seeing Su Qingluan's expression as if listening to the book of heaven, he thought about it and said it again with the more popular folk saying of "external wind evil".

…… Then Su Qingluan still looked like he was listening to the book of heaven.

I really can't blame her. In Su Qingluan's more than 20 years of life in his previous life, even the experience of dealing with hospitals in those years was basically a Western medicine process, and what was instilled was also Western medicine thoughts.

For traditional Chinese medicine, more of them still exist in "home remedies", "folklore" and "TV series", so whether it is official or folk traditional Chinese medicine terminology, Su Qingluan has seven tricks and six tricks - no clue!

After crossing over, she basically came into contact with traditional Chinese medicine as a "patient", and the patient did not need to know in too much detail what decoction she had drunk.

Therefore, although it has been a while, Su Qingluan has no idea about the folk conventions of certain drugs and medical methods in this era.

Mu Xingzhi saw Su Qingluan's state of not knowing the mountain, and his expression was indescribable.

Su Qingluan felt that the other party was probably looking at himself with the kind of mentally handicapped eyes that "don't even understand the basic common sense that children know".

In order to show that his IQ was at the normal level, Su Qingluan explained with difficulty: "That...... Actually, I told you before that when I returned to Huaxi Village before, I accidentally fell into the water and lost my memory, so I ......"

Mu Xingzhi waved his hand casually, turned the wheelchair back to the inner room by himself, and left a sentence, "You look at Sister Ling, I'll go get the needle." So he left Su Qingluan alone in the same place.

Su Qingluan was a little flustered: Take a needle? Do what? It can't be embroidery, right?