Chapter 014 Number 404 [06] Howth taught Bailian to perform online
When Mrs. Mo stumbled over, Mo Qing bent down first and picked up the prescription.
She lowered her eyes and glanced.
"What are you looking at?" A hand reached over and took the paper away. Mrs. Mo pulled a face and said with disdain, "Make it as if you can understand."
An ordinary prescription, made like a treasure.
Mo Qing said quietly: "This prescription needs to be modified into two ingredients." Otherwise, the effect will not be much better than the body's own healing, and it will be in vain.
Mrs. Mo was startled: "Do you know Chinese medicine?"
Mo Qing said: "I inherited the Qihuang lineage."
Mrs. Mo, who had never heard of this before, just thought that Mo Qing was making up lies and was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig her toes on the ground.
"If you don't know it, you won't. Don't just talk about everything." Mrs. Mo glanced at Mo Qing warningly, "Not everyone is like a country bumpkin and doesn't understand anything. If you talk nonsense, you will only be embarrassed."
After saying that, Mrs. Mo folded the prescription like a treasure and left.
Mo Qing: "..."
"Do you know what Qihuang is?" Mo Sui'an didn't leave. He looked at her coldly and said sarcastically, "Qihuang's art, also known as Qihuang's medical skills, refers to traditional Chinese medicine. When you learn a new word, just make up your own sentence and come up with Qihuang.
Coming from the same lineage, you are the only one from this lineage, right?"
The tip of Mo Qian's tongue touched the back molar.
Although the Qihuang lineage could not escape the world, it still had a certain prestige among the people a hundred years ago. A hundred years later, there is no one who has even heard of it?
Really useless.
Facing someone like Mo Sui'an, whom he had never heard of before, Mo Qing did not speak out in defense.
After all, it is useless to explain it to someone who is just playing the piano.
However, Mo Sui'an, who did not hear Mo Qing's eloquent rebuttal, only thought that Mo Qing felt guilty because he was exposed. After giving Mo Qing a disdainful glance, he mocked: "You don't know how to pretend to understand.
A clown."
Hoo, good guy.
Mo Qing's fist was already hard.
Unexpectedly, her cell phone rang at this moment, which dispelled her mentality of "destroying the ignorant child". She took out her cell phone and saw that it was Hoss calling.
"Are you at the hospital?" Hoss asked.
"Um."
"Will you cry?"
"Won't."
"Then act sad." Hoss suggested, "This is the first time you meet Mo Damao, and the first impression is very important. It is best to be weak and worried at the same time, bow your head first when meeting others, and be timid, like
A little girl who is easily bullied..."
Mo couldn't listen anymore: "What is your experience?"
Hoss choked for a second.
"If I have such acting skills, how can I make you so alert?" Mo Qing said.
"That's true." Hoss accepted the reality and did not have high expectations for her. "Then try to say as few words as possible so that you won't offend others. I'm just upstairs. If you need anything, you can come to me."
Mo Qing glanced up and said, "Okay."
*
Mo Damao woke up quickly after the operation, but he was very weak and lay motionless on the hospital bed.
Mo Qing walked into the ward.
Mo Damao caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and said, "Mo Qing?" His voice was hoarse.
"Um."
"Call me dad." Mrs. Mo glared at Mo Qing dissatisfied, "Your dad rushed back early because of you. If it hadn't been for Mr. Wen this time, his life would have been lost."
Mo Qing didn't want to scream, so he changed the topic: "Because of me?"
"What else?" Mrs. Mo got angry when she mentioned this, "I was supposed to come back in two days. If you hadn't had poor grades and fights, which made people worry-free, your father wouldn't have been in a hurry to come back."
Mo tilted his gaze at her and said nothing.
The look in his eyes seemed to say: Wasn't it because you were afraid of me and wanted to find someone to treat me that you urged your husband to come back?
Mrs. Mo was stared at by her, and strangely felt that Mo Qing had seen through her. She suddenly froze, and her arrogance weakened a bit.
The atmosphere in the ward is a bit stiff.
"Is Uncle Mo awake?"
Wen Yingxue's voice came from the door.
She smiled softly and gracefully. She took off her white coat and was now wearing a school uniform.
"Wake up." Mrs. Mo came forward with a smile on her face and couldn't wait to introduce to Mo Damao, "Da Mao, this is your surgeon, named Wen Yingxue. She is also Sui'an's classmate..."
Mrs. Mo's attitude was extremely enthusiastic.
Mo Damao stared at Wen Yingxue for a moment, the corners of his lips moved, and he said the word "thank you" hoarsely.
"You're welcome." Wen Yingxue said.
Mo leaned back against the wall and looked at Wen Yingxue, Mrs. Mo, Mo Sui'an and Mo Damao. Suddenly he felt something was wrong and looked at Wen Yingxue's features carefully.
The more I look at them, the more I think these four look alike.
The aura matches as well.
If we say they are a family, no one will doubt it.
Could it be...
Mo Qing had an idea in his mind.
At this time, another visitor came over. The door knocked twice and was pushed open. Several people in the room looked around and saw Jiang Ke entering the door, and their expressions were all tense.
Mrs. Mo: "Master Jiang."
Wen Yingxue: "Mr. Jiang."
Mo Sui'an: "Uncle."
Jiang Ke's eyes searched around the room and settled on Mo Qing, who was standing alone, frowning: "Why are you standing here alone?"
Mo Qing didn't answer, only said: "I'm going to the bathroom."
She walked past Jiang Ke and went out.
Jiang Ke glanced at her back.
Was she left out by the Mo family?
*
Mo Qing walked upstairs and wanted to call Hoss to ask for the ward number, but as soon as he stopped at the door of a certain ward, he heard the door creak open.
Turning around, he saw Hoss's deep and serious face.
"Something happened?" Hoss tightened his grip on the thermos bottle, and the bloody and horrific scene of the three members of the Mo family being silenced flashed through his mind.
"No." Mo Qing said, "I have something to do with you."
Hoss was confused: "What's the matter?"
Mo Qing glanced into the ward.
Taking a step back, Hoss said, "Come in."
The VIP ward is fully equipped with everything. There is a girl lying on the bed. She is delicate and beautiful, her skin has not seen light for a long time and is almost transparent. She has her eyes closed and is very quiet.
Mo Qing looked at her and asked, "Your sister?"
"Hmm." Hoss didn't want to mention the matter further, so he asked, "What's the matter?"
"The daughter of the Mo family." Mo Qing looked back at the girl and tilted her head, "Is there any whereabouts?"
"There is some news." Holden paused for a moment, "We are looking for someone to collect information. Don't worry, even if we find her, we will coordinate and deal with it. You can just treat her as your daughter of the Mo family."
"Check up on Wen Yingxue."
"Do you doubt her?" Hoss was suspicious for a moment, then frowned, "Her identity is a bit complicated."
Mo Qing was slightly interested: "How do you say it?"
"I'll tell you after I check it out." Hoss was always rigorous in his work and didn't talk about things he was unsure about. He glanced at the girl on the hospital bed and told Mo Qing, "You can check it out for me, and I'll get hot water."
Mo Qing: "..." She is not here to be a caregiver.
After Hoss left, there was only half a person alive in the ward. Mo Qing walked around, feeling bored, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a covered book on the bedside table.
She picked it up casually, opened it, and was startled.
The paper has long been yellowed, old, brittle, and has a fragile feeling that it will break when touched. The vertical format records the prescriptions written with a brush, and there is a familiarity between the lines.
"Chinese Herbal Medicine Miracle Formula Part 1".
A hundred years ago, Mo Qing wrote it out of boredom while doing research on Chinese herbal medicine at Imperial University.
It records various unorthodox herbal combinations, which often have miraculous effects, and is divided into upper and lower parts. The upper part is full of weird formulas, which is a heretical way; the lower part is basically mixed with poisons, and it can be said that it has all five poisons.
Is this from Hoth?
Or...
Mo Qing lowered his eyes and glanced at the girl lying quietly.
She opened a few pages, and a breeze suddenly blew in from the window, stirring up a page of paper sandwiched in the book, and the paper flew lightly.
Mo Qing stretched out his hand and pinched it with two fingers.
It was a piece of paper no bigger than the palm of your hand. One side was blank and the other side had a pattern. Mo Qing turned the paper over and saw the clear pattern.
Startled again.
That was a tattoo design that she was most familiar with.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Mo Qing:=0=The descendants took what I left and used it.
