As a party involved in the diagnosis and treatment, Mu Xingzhi knew from the very beginning how accurate the case retold by Su Qingluan was - not only accurate, but very detailed. If it weren't for the fact that he was sure that the whole piece of paper was with him, and no one present would be able to fully recount the situation for Su Qingluan, Mu Xingzhi would have felt that the girl in front of him was cheating.

However, the fact is that Su Qingluan used a thin piece of paper to record such a huge amount of information. And all the restored texts are necessary content involved in the diagnosis - Su Qingluan even filtered out some inaccuracies caused by Wen Po's improper paraphrasing or other reasons.

At this time, Somber pushed the door and entered. He replaced the tea that had just been served, poured new ones, and even brought two hand stoves.

After all, the huge front hall is very empty, although there is a charcoal basin, but compared with the pattern of "leaking air on all sides", it is a drop in the bucket.

I can still use hot tea as a hand stove to warm my fingers so that they don't freeze, but this is almost half an hour, and the tea bowl that was originally steaming has long been cold.

Su Qingluan held the hand warmer in his arms like a treasure. This hand stove is bronzed and has an ancient shape, not as delicate as the one I got from Xie Fu before, nor does it have so many complicated hollow patterns.

However, she has always been a pragmatist, no matter what the surface is, as long as it can also have a hand-warming effect, Su Qingluan will not be picky about her appearance.

After Mu Xingzhi waited for the ink on the last piece of paper to dry, he lifted the stack of paper and handed it to Songbo: "Take a look." ”

Song Bo put down the cold tea that he had planned to take down for some reason, picked up the stack of papers, and just looked at it calmly at first. Later, his expression became more and more surprised, and he kept switching between the words on the paper and Su Qingluan's face back and forth.

After a while, when Songbo had finished reading all the five or six pieces of paper, he asked dumbfoundedly, "What is this......?" This is all sorted out by Su Niangzi? ”

Mu Xingzhi looked at Shang Songbo's incredulous expression, and said meaningfully: "I'm just in charge of recording, and I haven't written a word of Qingluan's words." ”

"This ......" Song Bo quickly took a few steps forward, and took the thin "Heavenly Book Text" that Su Qingluan put on the table in front of him, no matter how you look at it, it is completely incomprehensible to some "ghost drawing talismans" of different chapters.

The reason why it is said to be "ghost drawing symbols" is because in Songbo's view, many so-called "handwritings" are not words at all, but hooks and turns that have never been seen before.

If Su Qingluan had the ability to read minds, she would know why Songbo felt this way-because in order to save time when she was shorthanding, she had too many proper nouns in many strokes, or she didn't know which nouns they were, either using pinyin or initials, and even interspersed with Arabic numerals and some simple symbols.

"It's amazing!" Song Bo made no secret of his excitement and admiration, "It's hard to imagine that Su Niangzi can write down all this information just by listening to it!" ”

Su Qingluan was a little embarrassed to be praised so bluntly, she scratched her head, and said honestly: "Actually, this kind of thing is not very difficult, because every time that Wen Po comes out to ask Mu Xingzhi, she has to go in for a long time, and this gap can just record a small piece of information just now." ”

Even if she doesn't have any professional knowledge background in traditional Chinese medicine, after all, she has been "trained" by exams and various university teachers for a long time.

What's more, the teacher or other person who needs you to organize the information will not say a paragraph like this time, and wait until you have sorted out all the information before continuing.

Song Bo waved his hand again and again: "Mrs. Su is too modest, I have never seen such a quick and concise record of such a huge amount of information. ”

Of course, people who have undergone special training in their professions, or who have a particularly good memory, will have the ability to "never forget", but it is obvious that Su Qingluan does not belong to either of the two, but has just transcribed a large amount of information through brief and clear records.

Su Qingluan shook his head: "I have seen that the real 'miraculous skill' is to be able to convert these words into another language and record them in the process of others speaking, even without a pause in between." I'm a far cry from these people. ”

"There are such powerful people!" Song Bo gasped, "I don't know where Su Niangzi has seen such a god, I don't know if you can introduce us to you?" ”

Although Mu Xingzhi was not as eager as Songbo, he also looked at it, obviously very interested.

Su Qingluan shook his head: "I only saw it once by chance, and I don't know each other well." What she is talking about is the simultaneous interpreters and stenographers who took the minutes of transnational conferences in her previous life.

Of course, on some occasions, she has not seen a great man who interprets and shorthand at the same time, but no matter what kind of person is a matter of the previous life, unless there is a machine that can cross time and space at the same time, she will not be able to bring this kind of person over anyway!

Dispelling Song Bo's unrealistic illusions, Su Qingluan pointed to the thin piece of paper in his hand and said: "Although I don't have the ability to instantly change languages and really have the powerful ability to record information, I myself use it very often and is very useful, you can try it." ”

"Huh?" Song Bo was stunned for a moment, and even Mu Xingzhi showed a somewhat stunned expression, and even looked at each other without a trace.

Su Qingluan looked at the two people opposite, not only did not show happy expressions, but looked at himself as if they were stupid, but a little strange: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Ah, no......" Song Bo came back to his senses, "I just didn't expect Mrs. Su to tell us such an important skill so easily......"

The corners of Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: Why does this sound so bad? It's cheap, and it's good!

"So, you still hate me for not asking for payment?" Su Qingluan rolled her eyes angrily, "Then I have to think about what I want." ”

Really! Originally, she thought that although Mu Xingzhi was not strictly speaking to save her family this time, she was also her friend. What's more, this time the "client" is herself, and if the other party doesn't help for some reason, it is also a very natural thing.

But Mu Xingzhi made a move, and snatched Sun Guixiang back from the Hades Palace. Not to mention that the Li family is very grateful to Mu Xing, Su Qingluan himself also inherited a favor.

What's more, she thought that this "shorthand" method was not a too difficult skill, but the other party might be able to use it to explain it, but the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but even had some doubts about her motives, what kind of plot is this June Feixue!

It just doesn't make sense!