Chapter 168 A hundred years ago [25] Song Yiyuan, why didn't you lose your life?
"I don't want to be treated by Mo Qing, do you hear me? Can't you find someone who can do it? A bitch like her who only wants to be in power, what qualifications does she have to treat me?"
Chu Yangyang's shouts were extremely clear, and every word fell on his ears.
A Luo's heart clenched violently.
He thought to himself: Ancestor, please save yourself some trouble.
However, when he hurriedly looked at Mo Qing to save the situation, Mo Qing entered the first floor as if he hadn't heard.
"..."
A Luo was stunned for a moment.
Noticing Song Yiyuan who was still standing, he glanced at Song Yiyuan. His scalp was obviously numb, but he still forced a smile.
Dry and far-fetched.
Song Yiyuan smiled casually.
He said: "Come in."
The gesture of taking control of the situation is as if he is the master.
The matter of Chu Yangyang's detoxification was urgent now. A'luo breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked his bodyguards to comfort Chu Yangyang while he followed Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan.
He had to see how Mo Qing was treated.
*
The door and window of the room were open, the light was bright, and the two bodyguards were lying on two single beds.
One had received two injections from Mo Qing and was now in a coma. The other was groaning in pain, as if the pain was unbearable.
Mo Qing glanced around, walked straight to the bodyguard who was still awake, put his fingers on his wrist, and after a moment said to Song Yiyuan: "Hold him up."
Song Yiyuan walked over.
At the same time, it is inevitable to sigh: Mo Qing is probably the only one who can be his assistant.
Just like last time, Mo Qing took out a silver needle and inserted two needles into the back of the bodyguard's neck. After that, the bodyguard began to twitch and foam at the mouth, with the same symptoms as the previous person.
The second time they met, A Luo and others were no longer panicking.
Mo Qing put away the silver needle and stood up straight, with a cold and indifferent look on her body. She tilted her head and said to A Luo: "Paper and pen."
"yes……"
A Luo subconsciously nodded and bent down, but when the pronunciation of this word was said to be completely realistic, he suddenly realized that his attitude was too humble. After being stiff for a second, he abruptly changed his tune.
"Okay." he said.
He asked someone to bring him paper and a pen. It was not rice paper and a brush. The paper was torn from a notebook, and the pen was a fountain pen.
Although there is a gap, Mo Qing has adapted.
She took it, walked out of the room, found a dining table in the hall, sat down sideways, and quickly wrote a prescription.
Song Yiyuan came over and took a look: "This prescription is worth my money."
"Who knows." Mo Qing said.
A hundred years ago, when she was teasing rich men and warlords, no matter what she wrote, it would have been worth her money.
Even if there is no standard calligraphy, those people have to spend a lot of money to support it.
Not to mention her prescription.
But now...
She hasn't figured out the market price yet.
Qihuang's lineage disappeared, and the "Chinese Herbal Miracle Formula" remained only a legend. Not many people knew about it, and there was even less demand. In addition, various chemical and biological poisons occupied the market, and she really couldn't tell how much it was worth.
After finishing writing, Mo Qing handed the prescription to Song Yiyuan: "Take it over."
Song Yiyuan was startled: "Me?"
He still has to run errands?
Mo Qing asked naturally: "Do you still need me?"
Song Yiyuan: "..."
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Song Yiyuan could only hold the prescription and walked towards A Luo who was waiting at the side.
Song Yiyuan: "Give."
A Luo immediately took it and looked down. He saw that the handwriting was elegant, free and easy, sharp and powerful. It was a good handwriting.
His impression of Mo Qing immediately changed by three points.
On the prescription, some Chinese medicinal materials are written, and at the end, the temperature of the decoction and the method of taking it are noted.
"Thanks."
A Luo first thanked him, then took a photo and asked someone to take the medicine according to the prescription.
After that, he went around the room again.
He glanced at the door and asked the people inside in a low voice: "How is it?"
"We have recorded it all. After Lao Wu got the needle, he twitched and fell asleep. But the symptoms Dr. Wen asked us to record have obviously weakened," the man answered.
"Um."
Aro nodded.
He was a little relieved.
Then, he went out again, asked people to entertain Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, made an excuse to "take a look at Chu Yangyang's situation", and then went to the second floor.
"I'm worried about you." Song Yiyuan saw through it at a glance and said leisurely, "I guess I have to make sure that the two experimental subjects are getting better before I let you go upstairs."
Mo Qing took a sip of tea.
She said: "Normal."
"Are you going to tolerate it now?" Song Yiyuan was puzzled.
Mo Qing snorted: "No."
Song Yiyuan was relieved.
"How did you lose your property?"
Idle time was also idle, Mo Qing chatted with Song Yiyuan.
"Break an antique." Song Yiyuan spread his hands, but soon he touched his chin and frowned, "To be precise, it's not an antique, because it was only a hundred years ago."
Mo Qing answered lazily: "Then you are quite poor."
"..."
Song Yiyuan twitched his lips and cast a questioning look at her.
Mo Qing asked: "How much is a gadget from a hundred years ago worth?"
"That's right." Song Yiyuan became angrily when he thought of this and clapped his hands, "But people said that if you don't have eight digits, you can't get it. Don't you think this is nonsense?"
"What?"
"It's a clay sculpture. It's quite big." Song Yiyuan said, gesturing with his hands, "It's one meter long and half a meter wide. There are many little people on it, singing and dancing, with carved beams and painted buildings, small bridges and flowing water, it's lifelike and quite delicate.
What’s it called, ‘Prosperity and Peace’——”
Mo Qinghu kicked Song Yiyuan's calf, catching him off guard and causing Song Yiyuan's words to stop abruptly.
He held his calf and felt a throbbing pain.
Just as he was about to question him, Mo Qing's eyebrows froze and his tone was cold: "Did you smash it?"
"I didn't mean it." Song Yiyuan rubbed his calf, but he dared not say anything in anger, "Why are you so mean? I am your teacher after all."
After a pause, Song Yiyuan felt that it was difficult to convince the crowd, so he added: "It used to be."
Mo Qing sneered: "Why didn't I pay you to death?"
"What do you mean, have you heard of it?" Song Yiyuan asked curiously, "Is it very famous? I remember it was made by a famous craftsman's apprentice, but the apprentice didn't leave his name."
"certainly."
"You know?"
Mo Qing said word by word: "Because the one who made it is your ancestor, me."
"..."
Song Yiyuan's hand shook and he almost knocked over the tea cup on the coffee table.
"Go aside."
Mo Qing now feels that Song Yiyuan is an eyesore.
However, Song Yiyuan couldn't stop his curiosity. After much deliberation, he decided to take the initiative to approach Mo Qing: "No, how come you made it so expensive?"
Mo Qing looked at him sideways.
"Let me admit my mistake first." Song Yiyuan has always been flexible and has an excellent attitude towards admitting his mistakes. "But, as a creator, I have to be honest, don't you think the price of that thing is too unreasonable?"
"Who should I ask?" Mo Qing asked back.
"..."
Too.
Mo Qing just took a nap.
Who can control what happened a hundred years ago?
"Are you sure Hoss didn't deceive you?" Mo Qing asked suspiciously.
"He won't." Song Yiyuan waved his hand, "I finished the work for him, and when I was finishing it... I accidentally broke this one. If I didn't have to pay for it, he wouldn't ask me to pay.
of."
Mo Qing raised an eyebrow.
He had already said that, so she had nothing else to say.
Song Yiyuan suddenly asked again: "Have you done anything else?"
"There are a few," Mo Qing said.
She likes folk crafts.
I also love to learn.
However, she still has a lot to learn, so she just learns the less important things occasionally to pass the time.
There is no time to concentrate on research.
To be honest, her craftsmanship is not bad, but after all, she has not practiced it for many years. Today, if she can get a price of five or six figures, it will be considered a high price.
A hundred years ago——
Not worth a meal.
"I heard that an invisible rich man is buying your works. As for the price..." Song Yiyuan narrowed his eyes, "It should be high, not low."
Mo Qing was startled: "All of them?"
Song Yiyuan nodded: "All."
Turning his eyes, Mo Qing suddenly said: "I understand."
"What?" Song Yiyuan's curiosity was immediately piqued.
Mo Qing drank tea leisurely and asked slowly: "If this handicraft is not that valuable, but someone is willing to spend so much money, what do you think it could be for?"
Song Yiyuan said: "Do you rule out him as an option for your fans?"
Mo Qing glared at him.
"According to normal logic," Song Yiyuan let go of his calves, sat upright, and turned his head to look at Mo Qing, "If he is willing to pay this amount, it proves that he is worth this price. Excluding all kinds of emotional factors, then there is only one possibility——
"
"He doesn't care about the handicrafts, but what is hidden in the handicrafts." Song Yiyuan raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
Mo Qing said: "Eight or nine are inseparable from ten."
She has always played around with the word "hype".
Ten prescriptions are like this.
This batch of clay sculptures is also the same.
"Then I'm interested." Song Yiyuan said, sighing softly, "Unfortunately, the seller didn't show up and his identity was well hidden."
Mo Qing said nothing.
She was also quite interested.
*
After staying for about half an hour, when it was getting dark, the sound of joy came from the room where the two bodyguards were lying.
"Wake up, wake up!"
"How does it feel?"
…
Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, who were almost asleep, were startled by the noisy sound and looked at each other.
After counting the time, the first bodyguard who was stabbed by Mo Qing woke up.
Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan sat motionless.
After a while, A Luo came in: "You two have been waiting for a long time. Miss Chu has calmed down and just agreed to Miss Mo going upstairs to see a doctor."
Song Yiyuan was happy when he heard this.
Still “agree”?
For those who don’t know, I thought you were the ones treating people.
Mo Qing didn't move and said quietly: "Let's pay the bill first, it's for the two of us inside."
The two bodyguards only received two injections, and now their condition has improved. One of them can go to the ground safely. A Luo's doubts about Mo Qing's medical skills have long been dispelled, and he immediately transferred the money to Mo Qing without much thought.
After Mo Qing's instruction, he transferred it to two people.
He also lamented that Mo Qing was quite cautious and would not collect money in advance for things that were not completed.
But what he didn't expect was that after Mo Qing stood up, he did not go to the second floor, but went directly to the courtyard with Song Yiyuan.
"Miss Mo!"
A Luo chased after him.
He seemed to realize something, but couldn't understand it: "Miss Chu is waiting for you upstairs."
"You Miss Chu have a delicate body. If I take action, the poison may not be cured, but the person may be disabled instead." Mo Qing paused, his eyes clearly filled with threats, "What do you think?"
A Luo was shocked.
Mo Qing hinted clearly.
If he insists on asking her to treat him, he might try to trick Chu Yangyang.
A Luo calmed down and immediately winked at the bodyguards around him. The bodyguards understood and walked quickly forward, facing Mo Qing directly. Song Yiyuan and the others surrounded him.
"If you don't want to be cured, you have to be cured!" A Luo said with a cold expression, "If it's cured, I'll give you the money. If it's not cured, don't even think about leaving."
As a bystander, Song Yiyuan couldn't help but be happy when he saw this.
When Mo Qing made a big fuss on the set that day, this person happened to not be present and missed the scene where Mo Qing knocked down the bodyguard.
Song Yiyuan smiled and made Mo Qing angry: "He threatens you."
Mo Qing ignored Song Yiyuan and just responded lazily to A Luo: "You can give it a try."
After she finished speaking, she walked towards the door.
"Get her!" Arrow shouted.
The bodyguards were so excited that they wanted to surround Mo Qing, but Mo Qing's eyes flashed across these people, and they seemed to have roots under their feet, so they did not dare to step forward.
They recalled the terrifying memory of being overturned by Mo Qing's move.
——No match at all!
Therefore, even with A Luo's order, no one dared to stop Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, and they watched the two go out.
When A Luo saw this, he was furious and looked at everyone coldly: "What's going on with you!"
A bodyguard said: "I can't beat you."
Another bodyguard also said: "I can't keep you."
The others lowered their heads.
"snort."
A Luo rolled his sleeves, turned around and went upstairs.
In fact, although what he said just now is very good, if Mo Qing really wants to do something dirty to Chu Yangyang, he has no way to do it. What if something bad happens to Chu Yangyang...
He can't pay the bills.
Back upstairs, Chu Yangyang heard the news of being "rejected by Mo Qing" downstairs, and rolled his eyes on the bed in anger.
If she hadn't been helpless, she would have smashed the house again.
A Luo had no choice but to contact Wen Yingxue again and briefly explained what happened.
Wen Yingxue still looked so gentle and elegant. After listening quietly, she asked: "Do you remember which two positions on the neck?"
"I roughly remember it."
"Mo Qing insists on refusing to treat her. It's useless for you to embarrass her. You can find a Chinese medicine doctor who knows acupoints and give Miss Chu two needles to give it a try." After a slight pause, Wen Yingxue's eyebrows moved slightly and she added, "That one
Zhang Yaofang, can I take a look?"
A Luo immediately said: "I will send it to you right away."
*
When we left, it was already dark.
Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan walked side by side in the alley.
"You inserted the needle in front of them and gave you the antidote. If they had to learn it, wouldn't they still be able to save Chu Yangyang?" Song Yiyuan didn't understand.
"Acupoints are easy to find, but strength is difficult to find." Mo Qing said lightly, "Don't worry, she will endure the hardship."
In fact, if it weren't for the "observer" Song Yiyuan by his side, Mo Qing would not have let Chu Yangyang go so easily.
"Okay." Song Yiyuan felt relieved and looked at his watch, "The crew is not filming anyway, are you going back now?"
"No." Mo Qing raised his eyes and looked at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, "Go find that person."
"How to find it?"
Mo Qing said calmly: "Just follow me."
After saying that, she walked through the alley as if she had a clear direction.
Song Yiyuan was surprised: "You already know what's going on?"
"With his skill, he won't take the usual route. I hid some medicinal powder on the scale of the window of the house. It will produce a strange fragrance at night. With my sense of smell, I can just catch it." Mo Qing explained, "When I went to the house today,
, I took a look and found that on the scale of the room where the mineral water was placed, there were traces of the powder being moved."
"No, hasn't the driver seen him? He was doing something outside."
Mo Qing said: "There is a high possibility that the driver is overthinking."
Song Yiyuan: "..."
Song Yiyuan followed Mo Qing quietly for a while and arrived near the river bank.
At this time, Song Yiyuan's cell phone rang.
It was Goblin calling.
Goblin's low voice came from the phone: "Brother Yuan, where are you? I found him."
